do you ever get that creeping sense of dread that somewhere everything's falling apart that something bad is going to happen i could feel that now cold hands of fear fingerwalking up my spine telling me, something's wrong i couldn't stop the feelings couldn't stop the hands of fear now clutching my heart every beat audible a shatter from the kitchen i shot to my feet grabbed whatever i could (i don't think this pillow will be very useful...) my cat blinks and meows sitting on the countertop broken glass on the floor the hands ease their grip, but remain something is still wrong i can't deal with this alone i opened my friend's contact and i dialled the number. voicemail. i dialled again. voicemail.
