Scott's Pill

Cliche Reaper

I lied in bed with many thoughts in my head. I had been wondering about my sister and how she's doing. I hadn't heard from her in a while.

I was wondering about what Scott was thinking.

I was wondering about starting a different drug instead of acid. That trip actually freaked me out a bit. Not by much, but every little bit of fear counts right?

I had a few other things in mind but those really weren't important at the moment. Just a few thoughts I drifted off too.

Scott came in and offered me a cigarette. We stood on the porch. His arms wrapped around me, puff, inhale and exhale. I enjoyed the moment while it lasted. The fog in the midnight air was nice. No word was said until we both were weak at the knees and decided to go lie down.

I was exhausted, he was sleepy, but he still insisted to keep a conversation.

I couldn't tell what it was really about but nodding and saying, "Mhm." Gave him the impression that I was following along to every slurred word he had said.

I had started dozing off to sleep and appeared to wake up in my room and Scott wasn't there. There was a reaper looking man at my door looking at me and leading me with his gestures to follow along with him.

This has to be some tacky dream. That cliche dream everyone has once in a while, with the Grimm Reaper, and them being led on to my death or something.

I was walking with him slowly in a foggy street with no buildings to surround us.

I wake up rushing my body forward all wide eyed, like I had, had some nightmare. Stupid. Scott was next to me and everything was fine. It was obviously a stupid dream.