Step Away from the Window -- Ch. 15

"Step away from the window, Richard." Mom yelled from the hall.
Wait, Mom's asleep. Dead asleep.
I'm not by the window.

Bodies. The still-birth told me I shouldn't ask anymore. So I don't, but only when the mucus dissolves on my tongue like a softgel. Delicious softgels. Sometimes you don't even need water to rinse it down. If you go to sleep you won't remember who you are. Don't do that, you'll miss me. And I'll miss you. Don't forget to wipe, that's what she said, and it doesn't pertain to what you think. She already knew. What don't you do? Do you want to know what happens next? Just wait, you'll find out, you always find out. No matter how hard I try to keep it from you, you always find out what happens next. No, not next next, I'm talking THE next. Like exit only with an N and not at all.

The splatter of brain and fesces is still heavy. I felt out of place in this room. Like I'm not really in it. Like there's still some door that I should enter before I'm really inside. Right now I'm on the outside. The outside of the inside that's not inside of me but inside this room however I'm not there. I should be dead, the air in this room is solid. My skull has driven further through it than it should have been able. Maybe I am. The dream continues. No. This is just a normal room. Normal. It's perfectly normal to have air feel stolen. The "I'm sorry" you mutter to yourself each time you inhale for taking another lungs' fill. You can't give it back. Not how it used to be. In its original condition. Wait, is it I or You. Who am I again? Who are you? We'll start over. You are you, I am outside the box. I'm looking in, watching this pathetic child during his fit of idiocy. Not at all unexpected. Why do you do this to yourself, Richard?
"I try not to. I just want to have a normal day." Richard said.
Wait a minute, Richard you're just You and I am me and since we have that covered why do we still have the pointer indicating the action?
"I don't know. I didn't know there was a pointer." Richard looked at the ground in search of something stable to stop the spinning.
So you step away from the windows blinding you with reality's illuminated image. The photon sensors are a little out of whack, but we can adjust that later. Connect connect connect the dots. A fun game. So you accept it. When the world begins to spin all your answers lie in the brim of confusion where reality decided to nudge its way back inside. Unfortunately for you there is no brim. Nevertheless, reality's venomous sting will course its way back into your veins in time. In time. In no time at all, though, you'll be split. With that you'll just have to wait to see what happens next.
What if I were to tell you to find yourself and you'll find the end, or perhaps there's no end at all.