I stood there far longer than I planned to, body wrapped in stillness, mind running wild. The shadows danced across the walls, casting strange shapes that teased the edges of paranoia. Every creak, every gust of wind brushing against the windows, sounded like a whisper, a warning.
But maybe that’s all it was.....my mind playing games with me.
I hadn’t eaten much. I hadn’t slept right in days. The archive. The letter. All of it twisted into a nightmare of suspicion, but maybe it was just that....a nightmare. A hallucination. A byproduct of the pressure crushing my chest night after night.
I went up slowly, rubbed my eyes, and pushed the wild thoughts aside. I hadn’t seen anyone. There was no second bottle. Just the exhaustion. The fear. And a brain trying to make sense of too many unknow
