Bedroom
“Dead dove do not eat” repeated in your head as you nibbled on your cold hickory hand. Your mouth had a warm syrupy taste and lips painted crimson red. Your chest was pushed upwards, ending at an upright position. You flung your legs off the bed, rising up as your locked cold feet had rested lightly. Your chest jets forward, feet slither behind. Looking at the fractured swampy mirror that barely held stable, you notice the strawberry red scar on the left side of your face crossing where your eye should be.
You clutched your left bicep as a sweet beef smell filled your nose. A sharp pain pierced your shoulder as the sound of splitting flesh echoed in your head. You turn to your door to see the same five-inch plate full of meat. You go to your door to try and open it. Once again you sighed, and then you ate your food as you noticed something round, chewy, and hollow in your mouth. The left side of your face shatters in pain where your missing eye was.
“Mother” opens the door, her face hidden by the doorframe. The only semblance of shape that could be seen was a chalk white smile that was slightly longer than it should be. What could be seen of her arms was almost as dark as the hallways itself. The only readable things were the initials GT carved into the right side of her chin.
“How was the food?” Her jaw dropped as her head bobbed forward with every syllable. The only answer you could give was “good.” It was a shaky response, but it was enough for her to close the door. You slither across the ground. You arrive at your desk and slouch over it. The door in front of you had gently opened. You straightened up to see that a young woman had entered, your eye having met her eyes, it was the only thing she could see at the cash register. Moving like an animatronic you say “Welcome to God’s Touch. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life.”
