Current mood:	discontent
Current music:	THE HOWLING WIND
Entry tags:	bunny, wind, writing

make it stop
Writing Updates: Perspective – Feeding Bunnies

It’s windy today. ;O;
The wind scares me. *wails*


17: Perspective
I step back to take just one good look. I only need one quick peek but darkness is hard to make out in darkness and it all blurs to one.

I step back again, I’m sure something brushed passed me. It feels oddly chilling to know that whatever it is is quite physical. It does not breath, it does not see, I only know that whatever it does it is real.

I grasp for the curtains to shed some light on the situation, I pull down hard as I fight with old fabric hung on rusted rods. And with all my might it does nothing. I pull, dust scattering everywhere as I hope that sunlight should banish whatever creature lurks behind me.

I tug, mentally swearing to myself, wishing I had eyes in the back of my head. I glance back, nothing. I can feel something similar to heated breath.

I shudder and pull.

I fall back the cloth snaps from the rods and the metal crashes to the ground with a loud thud followed by several small tinks. I look up at what I can assume is the ceiling. And I am oddly calmed by this action of looking up.

It does not strike me as odd that the light that shines in is silver rather than gold. It surely seems even more natural to stare at the black and white tiled flooring.

I am upside down.

And I have no idea how.

But it’s oddly comforting to know I am on top of things.
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