july 17th afternoon / rooms / @chvriot
everything was collapsing in the same way that it always was, what felt like a castle of cards collapsing but it was a tower and it was infinitely tall and would never hit the ground. also, he could fly, because this was a vaguely lucid dream and the ground wasn’t real.
still, the sensation of plummeting was highly uncomfortable, and the atmosphere in the kitchen felt identical to it. so, as usual, he fled, heading upstairs to ... find someone? chill in his room? he didn’t have a direction, so let his feet take him.
his headphones were on and he was watching a cat video as he stopped for a moment in the middle of the corridor, engrossed, before he was suddenly no longer on his feet.
wham
that was the sound of him colliding none-too-gently with the wall. boneless, he slid to the ground, his head ringing too much to let himself shift out of the hallway.
“ the fuck?! “