Cold and still lies the air that forms a dampened blanket around me. Any noise within my limited earshot is magnified and flips a trigger in my overactive mind. Something is in the house with me. But who? And what? And why?
The sound - almost electrical, or like tiny rotating mechanisms - flit around me. Seemingly at a distance. Sometimes closer. Sometimes further away. But that's not the source of the anxiety. The greater source is the movement across the ceiling above me.
Why was it coloured red? What brought that decision to someone's mind?
Footsteps from one corner to the next. Then back again. Then the air gets damper than it was before. Is someone pacing above me? Will their footsteps reach the door? Will they be curious about where it leads? Will they come down the staircase to where I lie below them?
Then I remember there is no staircase. Or any upstairs.
The sound of the mechanisms stop. My hyperactive mind stills a little while the cold and still lies the air that forms a dampened blanket around me.
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Titles conceived, composed, arranged and performed by Mike Dickson
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