dream

I was in a field. I had been with some friends of mine, drawing pictures. I could smell the markers' ink that had smeared onto the sides of my hands and my fingertips.

But other than that, we were alone.

I believe it was the middle of the day at that point. We were all laughing about god knows what, just being friends. Which is nice. I don't usually get to spend time with my friends, especially in this way.

One of them had stolen a bottle of vodka from their parents without them knowing, and everyone was getting drunk. Except me. I was just there to draw.

Then I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around, not seeing anything. But when I turned back to my friends, they had vanished. Had they gone home? Did they leave me here?

The air suddenly felt cold. It was dark out.

I grabbed the papers, intending to make my way back home as well, but then something stopped me.

I heard this whispering. It sounded so distant, like it was from somewhere else in the field, but at the same time it felt so close to me that I could feel the breath on the back of my neck.

I looked down at the papers. They all had eyes scribbled over them.

This wasn't how it looked before.

But I wasn't afraid.

I felt calm.

Abnormally calm.

I dropped the papers, walking towards the source of the whispering, not finding anything there. That was odd, hearing a voice that sounded like it was right in front of you, but there was no source for it to be found.

Until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I was suddenly overwhelmed by this feeling of dread.

Too afraid to turn around.

But I didn't even need to turn around.

The whispering was replaced by normal speaking. If you could even call it normal. The voice had a sweet, almost heavenly tone to it.

"You need to wake up, Angel."

It's right.

I do need to wake up.

And it was kind enough to leave the bottle of pills on the nightstand for me.