I woke up in the kitchen with bruises all over my body. Everything hurt like I had been twisted in a hurricane. What happened last night? Why do I remember only parts of it? I went to bed at around 10 p.m. despite it being a Friday night. I wanted to fall asleep. Not because I was tired. I was always tired the last few months. But because I wanted some peace of mind and my body wanted to lay still looking at the ceiling. Maybe it was all the pills I had been taking or maybe it was just my anxiety tiring me out but I have been feeling restless.
I remember feeling drowsy soon. And as I was about to doze off a flash of lightning appeared. What was that? Was it a power failure? A blast? A UFO? Or was it something else? I tried to switch on the lights but there was no power. I wondered why the power backup was not working. A strange kind of fear ran through me. I had never been so scared of darkness before. It gave me an eerie feeling and shivers ran down my spine. I heard a crash, from the living room, which wasn’t too far from my bed. But I couldn’t get myself up. My legs wouldn’t listen to me and I felt paralyzed. I found it hard to breathe, something choked me. I screamed but not out loud. I couldn’t.
I tried to wake myself up, thinking this would all be a dream. But I was wide awake and I saw strange things and shapes in the dark as if drawn with a laser or hologram. Vivid shapes started appearing in the air. Spheres, cubes, spirals, pentagrams, and designs I could not understand. The colours flashed in front of me as the lights haunted me, and the shapes approached me. Even if I closed my eyes, I couldn’t stop visualizing them.
I was petrified that my heart would stop. I was physically motionless but mentally I was struggling for every breath and to move every inch. With all my strength as I struggled to get out of here, I heard another crash. This time from the kitchen. Was it me? Was my body making these crashes that my brain was not able to comprehend? I felt resistance like a force was trying to stop me. Something pulled me back and my body felt too heavy for me to carry. With each movement, I felt more succumbed and exhausted. I felt myself breathing heavily and my mouth was dry. I remember lying helpless on the floor and closing my eyes to wait for death. I remember looking at myself from a distance with bruises all over and trying to figure out what the hell happened. What the hell happened last night.