Retreating to the inviting cool of freshly laundered bed sheets is what my weary body hankers for.
My crazed yet somehow subdued caffeinated brain, however, keeps me stiff and upright at my desk, my imagination making the most of what I know for a certainty lurks outside my low slung windows. They are not without curtains, but the sheer panels are useless for blocking out the horror that menaces from without. The collective silhouette of wraiths whispering by is exaggerated rather than blocked and, thereby, minimized by draperies that may soon double as my shroud.
Were I not endeavoring to put the barrier of my desk between myself and the darkness that seeps through all planes vertical and horizontal of this doomed house, perhaps I could allow my mind to escape to freedom through the flimsy defenses of a sanctuary taken ...