A pleasant dream?

I’ve been here, standing wrapped in soaked bed sheets with blood stains and a rope across my waist while my fingers slide deep into my warm pockets, I breathe in, slow; this air is warmer than usual. Heavy eyes move around in a distorted manner, I think I might see the colors again. My chest…

Monster by my dinner table.

As I look over my shoulder, all I can see is a man in red without his skin and Gemstones for his eyes standing, glaring into my soul with a certain sense of fear and remorse.It is interestingly terrifying to me, as if he was looking for something hopeful in a dead body with flowers…