Trinity woke up in the comfort of her own bed, not knowing how she got there. It was still daylight outside, but the sun was slowly setting. She sat up, her vision was messed up. Everything cleared up, but everything she looked at was twisted. Just like earlier this morning. She wasn’t able to make out the time on her alarm clock. Her head became dizzy and she eventually couldn’t sit up. She stared at the ceiling. The colors of her art swirled around her as she was in a different state of mind. Was she on a drug? She didn’t remember what happened. Everything started to fade away.
Black. Just Black.
Trinity woke up, with a burst of energy flowing through her veins. Everything still looked fucked up. She stood up. It seemed as she was seeing things, hearing beats that most likely weren’t there. Her art seemed to talk to her.
“Come with us, Trinity,” the art said, “come with us.”
Trinity stared awkwardly at the art. She put her hand on the art and it her arm slipped right through the canvas. The canvas was filled with catapillars with hookahs and evil grins. They smoked as they sat on mushrooms. Smoke seemed to fill the room. Trinity inhaled the smoke in the air and sat down on her carpet.
Her body felt weird. She had never felt like this before. She saw something dark move out of the corner of her eye. She looked over and there was a dark figure hovering over her. Another figure appeared and hovered as well. The dark figures all began to hover around her. She screamed. They all disappeared. After she stopped screaming, they appeared again. She screamed again. She started to laugh because she could make the dark shadows move back and forth. Between the screaming and laughter, she was making a lot of noise. Of course, she didn’t realize this. Trinity continued laughing until she passed out again.
Black, pure black.
