The tree stand in front of you each night looking as red as an apple. The sky becomes triggering to see, yellow traffic lights flashing in your eyesight. The murky clouds appear closer and closer each night, as if creeping up on your like monsters. The black mountains stand behind the tree; following their leader as if it meant the world to them. The white sparkles in the air fill your nose with a disgusting tingle that can’t be scratched. The air gets humid and unbearable in the pure heat, no wind passes by at any point. It feels like your bloods about to boil out of your soul, and everything’s going with it. in Then you wake up suddenly, and everything’s fine. The room stayed the same, the fan continued pushing air out loudly, the clothes stayed scattered around the room, everything was the same. You’d creep downstairs to find everyone asleep peacefully, and once again everything was the same. You would decide to check one last thing, the basement. You hated the place since it had such eerie vibes crawling from it, and at 2 am it wasn’t pleasant. The stairs creaked under the weight of a person, and descended slowly. As you stepped foot into the dungeon of a basement the air shifted, your senses got filled with that same feeling from your nightmares. And suddenly, without warning, you were back in your bed. Everything the same.