Kevin Haggerty #5 - Here Or There

Though the crimson striations snaked their way inexplicably toward the vacuous pools that were his pupils, his mind remained alert.  Time had frozen once more, as it did so often upon nightfall, and he know found himself lying in his bed staring at the darkness enveloping his consciousness.  The bare ceiling had become the screen for his thoughts to be projected out on.  The story didn’t make sense as scenes ended abruptly and the cast changed erratically.  But, the theme remained constant.  No matter the setting or players on this astral stage, his role was tragic yet mediocre.  Yelling out into the audience he demanded to speak to the director only to find the seats empty.  The stage was gone as well, and the ceiling was only that.  Awareness broke away as he slipped into a dreamless sleep.