Sleep
Colors Swirled behind my eyelids, pronounced against the blackness. They flashed and pulsed, desperate to tell me something to communicate, to be something other than a fading afterimage. I clenched my shut eyes even tighter, wanting the colors gone, for them to be quiet. That only caused them to fight back, bigger and brighter. My head started to pound, throbbing. My breath quickened, in out in out in out. Help me. The colors were screaming, thrashing, clawing at the darkness, my eyelids burning, fluttering, help me help me help me. My head hurt, throbbing, burning, too bright, blinding colors gone, only brightness, hot brightness. Then nothing. Its only after i'm gone that in realized my eyes were open.
