The Royal Castor
White knuckles clutching the bunched-up sweater at my chest, with violet bound eyes that I sense piercing into my closed ones as sirens ring in the back of my head. Attempting to stay within-trance, getting closer to that impudent pestering inside your thoughts, that’s been haunting you for months. Finally seeing an outline and then, “WAKE UP!” Annoyingly opening my star-silver eyes to a completely panicked girl inches from my lashes. All while my good-for-nothing best friend is reading in the corner, “what did you see this time?”