Back from the hospital, he dropped his bag to the side, and collapsed onto the couch. From tiredness, fatigue, or the anti-venom, he couldn't manage to keep his eyes open before he passed out. A small reprieve, considering he wandered around since morning, and then ran into a scuffle with another player. His reprieve didn't last since the dream came back.
A white room again. The mirror in the far corner, showed more white walls. Where was the crack in the wall? He had to get out before someone came back.
There it was. With his fingers, he pried the crack open wider. Then he was pulled away, and forced to look at the far corner where the mirror rested. He didn't want to look into it. But the person was behind him, and the more he backed away, the closer the mirror moved.
And like deja vu, he closed his eyes.He woke up to swirls on the ceiling, and stood up too fast, the feeling of blood rushing to his head made the room spin. There was lethargic stumbling across the room, and he grabbed a hold of the counter in a last attempt at keeping himself from dropping to the ground.
He woke up again, with an arm and his face against the counter. Bleary, he got up slowly. This felt worse than a really bad hangover. Taking the notepad and pen on the counter, he scribbled down a note to himself and stuck it to the fridge, among the other notes.
NOTE TO SELF:
* Be more careful with venomous snakes
* Ghosts are not real
* Don't trust anyone
