you’ve been sleeping. At least that’s what you're guessing. You smell the stench of a cigarette, and you hear sirens blaring in your ears. Blue and red lights are shining through the bedroom windows, and there were people, supposedly police inside the bedroom. But they didn’t acknowledge you, or maybe they just didn’t know you were there.

you see that they’re surrounding somebody beside you. You see that they’re lying sprawled on the floor limp, their skin in an odd clammy colour. You turn their stiff head, it was cold to the touch. You see that their face was familiar.

that’s you.