thecorinthian2

Half-curled, I dream that the TV is on and a black actor is describing his difficulties delivering lines to a character that's not actually on the set, and will be added in later with CG. The channel changes when I tire of his commentary on a renowned director, and it becomes the face of my aunt. The skin begins sloughing off, revealing grey, contorted stalks or weeds that imitate muscle in a mocking way. BAM! My eyes fly open and my head arches upwards. BAM! The door is moving. Something pants outside it. I begin rolling off the bed, with no attempt to cover the sound of my groans or the creak of the bed. Whatever it is, it already knows