Dream

I still can’t breath.

I’ve just woken from a terrible nightmare; I was wearing an elaborate golden mask and chasing a dog through a house I didn't recognise. Suddenly I tripped and the mask came away, pulling with it my lips and gums. My teeth skittered away on the marble floor, in their place grew long misshapen fangs, I went to put my hands to my face, but there were no hands at the end of my arms, my arms had become tentacles. When I looked up I was standing in front of a full length mirror. I tried hard not to stare into my own black eyes, my face was covered with matted hair, I was a monster, a hideous monster, I fell to the floor screaming until I was hoarse but no one came to help me, no one came.