Collywobbles

My skin prickles, hair on my arm flag-raised. Quite peculiar, actually, someone or something, is watching me. I recalculate my senses, dusting off pre-conceived notions of paranoia. Across the room, a dull thud garners my attention. Searching, I discover a doorstop has simply tipped over, quite impossible, I conjecture! I pick it up and feel a distinct burning! it's hot to the touch! Dropping the fiery doorstop, I hear an otherwordly chuckle emanate from somewhere above me, reloading my sense of apprehension. Not to be ill-prepared, I crouch in a defensive position, peering this way and that, ready to defend who knows what. I turn to evacuate the premises, and come face to face with a grinning disembodied head! Punching my way through the phosphorous face, I escape! Wakening From My Dream 02/15/14 © All Rights Reserved