Entry 8

     Night time. The walls dissolved into a black shade that surrounded me. I could hear every little noise inside and outside of my house. I heard the faint rustle of leaves from the gentle night breeze. I heard the sound of traffic from the main avenue in the distance. I heard the house groan as it shifted on its foundation.

     Why couldn't I sleep?

     I sat up and began wondering if maybe I was sleeping. What if all this was a dream? I had heard of a few reality checks you could preform to check, so I started trying to remember all of them.

     Hands. I looked at my hands, front and back. Nothing unusual.

     Breathing. I attempted to hold my breath as long as possible, but all that accomplished was making my headache even more prevalent.

     Lights. I stood up and flicked the light switch on and off. The light turned on and off accordingly.

     Text. I picked up a book and read the first sentence, looked away and then looked back. It was the same sentence.

     Death. I looked at the gun I kept in my bedside drawer. I decided not to risk it.