Drabble: Interminable Interim

The lights go out, and I’m in darkness. Silence invades my core as I lay upon my bed, too hot with the covers on, too exposed without them. My thoughts are like a river’s roar. I hear it crashing in my head.

Soon this course will carry me to sleep, but this dreaded interim is like death.

No sooner do I shut my eyes than I open them again. A dim streetlamp casts shadows through my window. The distorted shapes of things crawl up my wall. I long to escape, to be either awake or asleep.

I can’t be saved.