Waking Up Dead

Chapter 13: A Dreamless Dream

I am on the softest and most comfortable bed in the world and I can’t seem to drift off or find the perfect spot to relax in and stop twisting from side to side.

I honestly don’t know what’s wrong with me I was tired before Sammy came in and just when he left I couldn’t manage to close my eyes and shut my mind off. Practically everything that had been done and said today was playing through my mind like a bloody slide show and I’m just laying their half analysing everything and half trying to sleep.

Finally after three hours of analysing everything more than twice and battling with my mind to turn off I managed to find the perfect spot to sleep and now with nothing on my mind I can’t seem to close my eyes without them peeking out from under my bloody eyelids every five seconds.

Frustrated and certainly annoyed I fling my duvet to the side I sit up with my back on the head board, looking around the dark room I noticed that everything seemed clear and visible slightly confused I switched on the lamp and all that I was seeing in the dark was exactly the same but with colour. Fascinated I began to switch the light on and off and once I had my fill of light switching I got up to see if it would also be clear if I looked outside the window, and it was. I could even see from afar which was a big surprise as I was short sighted before; the moon was the only thing illuminating the dark sky tonight and in my already sleep deprived state I thought to myself ‘why the hell not’ as I sat on the wide windowsill and stared at the moon for I don’t know how long.

I could never get bored at looking at the moon, my mind instantly goes blank and I forget about everything as my eyes stay glued on the mesmerising sphere. But once the clouds started to cover the moon the hypnotising trance began to fade and my interest in something else start to rise as I began to search for something to do or something to tire me out.

Getting up I walk towards one of the doors that I hadn’t opened today as I was busy getting ready, opening the door the lights flickered for a second and one after the other went on and my jaw fell open as staring right in front of me was a girl’s best friend.

Eyes wide open I walked into a fairly long corridor that had what look to be a rotatory shelf on both of my sides filled with all types of shoes for every occasion. Flicking on a switch the shelves on my right side started to move and more shoes seemed to appear from nowhere, picking up a random white pair the shelf stopped moving and I had the urge to try them on. Rolling up my trousers I strapped on the white chunky heels that had gold straps reaching past my ankles and ‘cat walked’ my way down the corridor and into a circular opening that had archways leading into different sections of what I'm presuming to be clothes and other marvellous things.

Clapping my hands in excitement I tried to take off the shoes quickly but ended up falling over and landing on top of a black fur rug, which I automatically rubbed my face against and started to stroke the thing like it was a cat. My eyes started to droop and I couldn’t be bothered to get up so I snuggled up against the fur rug and closed my eyes for a few seconds saying to myself that I’m just taking a break.

I could feel something tingle the tip of my tongue and so without thinking I went and with my already dry throat I swallowed whatever it was but it only got stuck in the middle of my tongue and it felt very much like hair, so pulling up as much strength as I had I lifted up my hand and tried to take it out of my mouth. At the same time I felt as though I was weight lifting my eyes open as every time I had them halfway open the task becomes too tiring and I end up close them again. Fighting my tiredness I eventually have them open but my eye sight was blurry so I furiously tried to rub my eyes with my knuckles to clear my vision.

I felt as though my eyes had become swollen but at least they were open and I could see better I also realised that the side of my lower face was damp and the rug that I slept on was covered in saliva as my mouth had been open.