this morning #694.

this morning, the shadows of the tall spruces that usually spread out & blocked the view from her bedroom window stayed static on the wall above her bed, a sign of stillness that she wasn’t at all comfortable with. as she laid there & took in her surroundings, it definitely sounded like things were shifting around outside. amongst all this movement, why did the trees seem so stationary? when she got up to investigate further, she saw that there were objects larger than spruces. figures from some other world. large, dark beings as far as the eye could see. she knew better than to scream. she’d seen this scene before. nothing good ever came from attracting the attention of monsters.