Undefined Disorders 2nd Era: I Was Asleep, Couldn’t Hear the Eyes on Me

it was watching me—plainly. kind enough to think of covering me, rude enough to flaunt its horns openly. in my dream, I was running, sweating, coughing— all because of its sharp gaze, so pointed it could never be dulled.

I knew it would be there when I opened my eyes, I sensed it even with my eyes closed. how much I trust my often-mocked instincts— I have no intention of telling anyone.

I wasn’t cold, but I was sweating, forgetting things that oppose each other. contrasts, separations as stark as black and white, were disappearing in sleep. I knew if I woke now, I would fall, and when it left, if it woke, it would start to dream.



June, 2025
 by Demon Ego