by Miriam Bell » Tue Mar 17, 2020 7:36 pm
Sleep. It wasn't so much that she got tired anymore but more of a rising anxiousness as the sun creeps over the horizon that makes her want to curl up or hide away. Only then she actually finds some rest and falls into what borders on a coma. But recently the blackout curtains hung around her bed and the blanket she wraps herself in don't really do the trick anymore. Maybe it's the strange situation of living with Sam and her... peculiar mind that's more vast and expansive than most peoples or maybe it's just her new nature catching up with her.
As she's lieing in bed she can certainly see how someone might chose to sleep in a coffin. The concept certainly doesn't strike her as completely ridiculous anymore. Is it a layer of safety? Some strange metaphysical affinity? Either way it's beginning to seem less embarrassing than pulling her blanket over her head like a damned child. But finally she does drift away, curled up underneath her blankets and sinking into the darkness of sleep.
Her dreams are erratic, slipping through her fingers even as she still sleeps. Disjointed feelings and impressions, long empty corridors connecting vast emptiness, rooms that aren't rooms, crawlspaces that turn into narrow corridors with ceilings that stretch into infinity above her. Below her? It's all a jumble, nonsensical, things connecting weirdly or not at all, she falls upwards into an ocean of pitch black water...
And in the real world her bed is beginning to be usurped by stone slabs with reliefs showing swirling designs encircling distraught faces, slowly pushing out from nowhere and closing up around Miriam until her bed is replaced by the large stone sarcophagus.