I startled awake. The pale, cracking ceiling a welcoming sight.

“Ugmmph” I mumbled incoherently. As I blinked the sleep away from my eyes, I started to remember, remember the dream. Oh, how I wished I could be one of those people who forgot their dreams right away. Or even to not dream at all.

All it’s been the past few weeks is nightmare after nightmare. Everything from spiders to monsters to being alone, even the underwear one with your teeth falling out. You name it, I’ve probably had it.

The one I had just then was a void, and that’s basically it. Not the worst I’ve had. But it didn’t help with my tiredness.

I yawned, wanted more than anything to go back to bed, but I knew only more nightmares awaited so I slowly got up. Mumbling and groaning all the while.

I stumbled over to my bathroom and turned on the sink. The water rushed down, pooling at the bottom before going down the drain. I watched it for a minute before putting my hands under the flow and then splashing it up to my face. Oh, that wonderful, wonderful coolness. I lingered in that feeling as long I could and then dried my face.

I looked in the mirror, expecting to see a disastrous bed-head. Instead, my hair was perfectly brushed.

That was definitely odd.

I squinted, something else was off too… I widened my eyes, and then gasped.

My pupils were slit, like a snake’s. That was 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 odd.

I rubbed them. Still weird. Washed my face off again. Still weird. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨?

I turned around and walked back into my room. I soon as I stepped onto my carpet, though, the room started spinning. Fast. Too fast. I could just barley process the floor getting closer…

My eyes fluttered opened, and I sat up. My head was spinning, but my room wasn’t, thank goodness.

Still, that was so weird, the dream was so realistic…

I slipped off my bed and made my way over to my small bathroom, and looked in the mirror.

𝘕𝘰. 𝘕𝘰 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰. I felt like screaming. My eyes… not only slitted but they were red. No whites of my eyes, no irises. Just black slits on solid red.

Pinching myself didn’t work. I ran my hands through my perfectly great hair- 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴? This was not right, something was wrong, I- I need- I…

Oh, oh no. The room, it was spinning again. The feeling of falling took over me…down…down…down….

I awoke suddenly, gasping…