night 2

After a stressful day full of tests and surprises I collapse into bed.

I don't know how I got here butI still have my gloves there are knives of various sizes everywhere from the sky to stones and th ground is like a sunset-pink as I wander I notice that the farther I go the more different the knives. First the were generic kitchen knives, then a butchers cleavors, hunting knives till the blades barely resembled knives. After some time I noticed some had blood dripping from them curious I investigate the knife noticing that the ones with blood all point too a separate path through I decided not to go down path literally painted in blood and instead began testing some of the knives elsewhere. I found them strange but as I slit my own finger I watch a single silver drop slowly fall to the ground and just as it touches I wake to the oh so familar sound of my alarm clock.

Do you ever wish you could live amongst the weightless clouds and live a simple life.