l lay in my bed allowing my thaughts consume me. I glance ait my glowing digitas Clock. It reads 4:32 Am. My eyes shift back Into a comfortable spot, locked to stare at my bedroom ceiling. As i lay there l can feel the fibers of my own skin bonding and melting into my cold bed sheets. I'm like a decomposing rotting, dead body. Utterly motionless and lifeless . I sink deeper and deeper into my stift mattress, eventuall falling through. My limp body falls down the deep obiss, falling further, and further down. the darkness seeps into my pours, entering my body, flowing, in my vains, consuming me. My falling body lands into a black tar like goop. The weight of my heavy body Pushes me under. The goop swallows me whole, filing my lungs with goop, drowhing my already dead body.

After a while it spits me out back on my bed. I lay there disheveled.

I stay thire for What feels like a long, long time. My body grows root into my mattress, searching for the nutritions hope. the bleak world around me tums into Static. Slowly, odd plants sprout from my body. They grow taller and stronger as hey feed off of my hoplessness. Tall black weeds. Finally, my eyes shut, entering me into the world of slumber.