i woke up at quarter to three but not in the afternoon.
i woke up with feelings of pure fear with a heavy head.my bed sheets scrambled and my pillow no where to be seen.i'm staring out into the darkness with my mind potraying images it last conjured up.its horrible, scared to be in your own bed with the fear that you could be dead.trauma cuncelling needed because its gotten to a point where i cant handle it.i'm going dellusional, observing my four walls contemplating i'm schrezophrenic. feeling the moist wetness of my pillow and the shirt i'm wearing a if i been running the comrades.feeling the morning breeze from a open window sending chills up my spine like i'm having a seizure.regretabaly i'm confined to the bed till the late morning because i've taken sleeping pills and i'm feeling drowsy...as i let my eye-lids slowly close, i hear the wind and leaves clashing, producing earie music as if i'm about to hit a climax of horror. shackeld to the horror that my cerebral creates im a victim of my own doing.i'm in a nightmare...