I sat across the room, eyeing the corner. Something seemed off, but I couldn’t quite pinpoint what. I stared harder into the dimness. I kept telling myself my mind was playing tricks on me, but I couldn’t convince myself. What was wrong? What was it that prompted my mind to reel? Was it simply my imagination running wild?
I had been feeling creatively stifled over the last few months. My work life became overbearing, it consumed me whole. I felt myself slipping into a depressing cycle of work, food, sleep, work, food, sleep, work, food, sleep, work, food, sleep.
It went on and on. I tried to break the madness. I stopped attending work and just stayed home in bed all day. I forced myself into a habit of getting up drinking grain alcohol. I was inebriated by noon every day. I’m not sure why, but I thought this was helping me. I continued in my new cycle for weeks on end. One morning I woke up, drug myself downstairs, opened the freezer, and thought to myself, “What. The. Fuck.” I went back to work that morning, my boss was furious with me. He asked me to go into his office, so I did. I sat down in the chair. It was uncomfortable, why are boss’s chairs always terrible? They are trying to set you up for failure.
He sat down and tried to keep his cool. Sitting there behind his desk, hands clutched so that his knuckles were white. The veins on his forehead and neck were popping out. I did my best to keep from laughing. He looked like a cartoon, his face was swelling up all red. I thought at any minute I’d see steam shooting out of his ears.
He yelled, “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” and pounded the table with his still clutched fists.
I thought for a moment and answered, “You know, I’ve been trying to figure that out myself.”
That just made him more furious. He started yammering on, screaming and yelling. I got up and walked out of his office. I said hey to one of my friends and left.
I went back home and sat down on the couch. Something caught my eye in the corner. I stared at it for a few moments and lost track of whatever it had been that initially grabbed my attention. I strained myself to see what it was, but couldn’t make anything out. The wind blew in the near by window, moving the curtains and it caught my attention again. It was small and dark. It kind of looked like it was spinning.
I got up off the couch to slowly approach the object. It seemed to spin faster as I approached and made a slight humming sound. I turned on the nearby lamp to get a better look, but that didn’t help. This thing just seemed to suck in any light surrounding it so that it was constantly covered in inky darkness. I reached out to touch it and it sucked me into nothingness.