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You are comfortable now,
Though tired from your day at work.
You lay your head upon the pillow,
And you start to fall asleep...

It is quiet in your apartment,
The silence is soothing.
You soon begin to dream,
And though your dream is initially pleasant...

Something seems to be off in the things you see around you.

You find yourself walking through the streets,
The old pavement beneath your apartment.
It looks like it always has except for all those cracks in the stone.

Crick-crack, crick crack.

You turn your eyes from the paving,
To see the streets lined with people.
Shivering, grim; their eyes hold little hope,
Save for a warm night' meal.

You begin to feel a little more frightened.

Your tie is getting pretty tight.
You stagger into your office, your lips going blue.
You try to alert someone,
But your colleagues no longer have faces...

They are simply mouths, large and unrelenting,
Belting you with a storm of words that drowns you out.
You are silenced, in a world of sound.
And there is no one left to hear you scream.

Shrieking through the haze,
You stumble about like a man on a tossing ship.
Picking clinging hands off your feet.
You stomp on them, thinking only to save yourself...

Eventually you lurch into your apartment,
Tired from a hard day's work.
You fall upon your bed and hug your pillow,
Perfectly comfortable, once more...

- Written by Siddhartha Chen, 10th of February 2015, Darkest Hour Series