Insomniac, Just close your eyes. -Four- A Vampire story

“Beep beep beep.” The ugly repetitive tone of the alarm sounded. I swung my arm out flipping up the switch to off. I had set the time to ten minuets ahead, although I knew it wasn’t really that time, it seemed to help me in getting up in the morning. So I allowed my body to come to terms with the fact I had college today, for another ten minuets.1

I then realised, it was a Saturday. And although I was slightly miffed about the fact I hadn’t needed to be awoken. I could lounge about for as long as I wanted. This thought brought a smile to my lips and I pluffed the pillow, settling back in again.2

I heard floorboards creek as someone passed by my room. The fact that someone else was also awake kind of agitated me. Silly I know, But It made the house feel less still.3

So I Swivelled my body around from laying on my back and reached over to grab my phone checking for any texts, none. I feel loved.4

It was then I noticed the heavy almost salty smell of bacon wafting into my room. It made me feel a little nauseas. See I’m a vegetarian, at first the smell of roasting Christmas turkey and bacon wouldn’t smell bad, I didn’t exactly want It, but it never made me feel ill.5

But now it comes hand to hand with the association of corpse. Which is quite unfortunate when around people who are eating. No I don’t make a fuss and scowl and make puke faces. I simply limit my oxygen intake.6

I felt pretty greasy. So I pushed aside the covers gliding over to the door to my towel and wrapped it around my semi dressed figure. Then, picking up some mango and passion fruit shower gel and some apple shampoo I walked at a slightly faster pace through the hallway to the shared bathroom.7

The house was a sauna, and the morning air felt thick and sticky. So after placing down the things on the side I ran to the top of the stairs shouting down to whom I assumed was Steve to ‘Turn the dammed heating off!’. His muffled “ M’kaaay” Reply came and I ran back to the bathroom.8

“I’ve been having the most bizarre dreams recently.” Becky said dunking a biscuit into her cup of tea. She had come over for our usual tea drinking sessions. It was a sad addiction. But I enjoyed these simple days with talking, and caffeine.9

“Elaborate.. About what?” I asked. Usually it was me having the peculiar dreams and Becky would become enthusiastic about them. She seemed to sleep soundlessly rarely remembering what she had dreamt and claimed it was unfair I have such interesting nights.10

In some ways I agree, I like to remember my dreams. They’re like a miniature adventure. Sometimes with friends in amusing situations they would never in life dare to do.11

But then it wouldn’t be a case of falling to sleep, waking and simply retelling. It was millions a night when I was sleeping, and waking several times. My thoughts were more active when I wake from them. That was when I actually slept.12

“There were all these headless mannequins having a war around my house.” She spoke.13

“ They were unbearably white, and sliding down from my bedroom window oh this twisty warped slide. I was completely clueless about what was happening, none of them were attacking me, yet at the same time it felt it was as if I was the one they were supposed to be attacking.” She paused. Lifting her cup from the table and drinking from it.14

“Then one of them came up to me, and handed me this red scarf thing, with white polka dots.” She hadn’t really been looking up from her cup most of the time while telling me, but now her light brown coloured eyes looked up eagerly at me.15

“ I bet you had one, So tell me!” she chimed.16

I smiled, standing up to boil the kettle again and top up my now empty cup. “Well.. Its kind of hard to explain really.” I began.17

“ See the world was alive, it didn’t have a face but it had this ‘sinister presence’ to it.” I laughed at my corny explanation.18

“ Everything was silent and still. As if it was on mute but at the same time it was windy. I was talking to the trees, and they were intelligent, not in a human way. But as if they knew something that we all didn’t.”19

“Another cup?” I offered.20

“ Of course! And that’s pretty creepy.” Becky said pulling a face.21

“Anyway, Those people you met the other day, did you like them? Because I was thinking of going round later today. I thought you might like to come with?” She suggested taking the freshly filled cup from my hands.22

I pondered it a moment, I really did think they were nice people. I was somewhat socially uncomfortable a lot of the time. So I thought of how comfortable I had been sitting and talking with them.23

“ Yea, I think I will actually.”24

We continued on like this till about two o’clock. Her phone rang and she told me she had to leave and would text me an hour before I should go over.25

I pressed my hands to my face, tough not really feeling any touch. They were numb and everything around me barely made sense. It was dark and deep outside. My suddenly long hair being thrown about by the wind.26

I took a glance around at my surroundings, noticing I was in a ditch in a field, trees on two sides of me. The ground was alive and I wanted to be away from it, not touching its skin. I couldn’t fly though, only crawl on hands and knees that didn’t belong to me.27

I dragged in a long jagged breath, I had fallen asleep on the sofa while watching some nonsense un-amusing comedy that was on television. My phone was buzzing beside me. Vibrating the cushion.28

“Hello..” I answered forgetting to check the name.29

“You sound cheery.” It was Becky.30

“ You haven’t been replying to my texts, We’re leaving in about 20 minuets, you are still up for coming right?” I breathed out, not fully awake.31

“Yea sure, just… let me make some tea.” She laughed.32

“ Imogen, you have an addiction.”33

I had a feeling today would be interesting.