Bloody Belongings

Once a upon a morning, Blank woke up. He sat up straight on his white hammock. It was pitch black. The lights weren’t on. It was never meant to be in the previous gloomy winter night. Blank couldn’t see much things on the floor. He put his leg out of the hammock. His foot came down to the floor and stopped, conserving a one-inch space between him and the forgotten memory of the floor. He controlled his foot to hover over the small space around like landmine detectors. “Secured”, he thought. The next step came, and he was standing. He walked dizzily towards the door, but it was dark. “Ouch!”, He yelled. His toes went right into the pillar weighing the dusty stairs above. He recovered himself slowly and continued. Each step he travelled further, but there wasn’t much room. He faced what stood up, brown, wooden in front of him. He opened the closet, in search for something to wear in the next couple hours. He took out a black T-shirt and a pair of shorts. He continued drowsily up the stairs. He then marched along the dark carpets of grey into the rectangular void. *Click*. He pulled back his hand. The brightness of the lights shone before his eyes. The warm rays of hot bulbs which were attached to the bathroom ceiling was on. The lights scanned across the hallway in an instant. Blank moaned. Last night was exhausting. His feet each stepped on to the cold stone floor of the bathroom. He grabbed on to the faucet knob. Water ran through it as enough to create streams and bubbles. “Brushing teeth...”, Blank said to himself. “I’m so hungry today. Maybe I should get something”. He quickly changed his clothes and went outside.

        Standing in the thick snow of a Saturday morning was Blank’s dream. Blank liked making snow figures and burying back the snowmen. He started walking across the freezing layers of snow to the shed. He remembered that he had placed his shovel there. When he returned back from the shed with his shovel, he asks himself. “Why is it wet? Never mind”, Blank ignored later. An odd smell started scattering in his local perimeter, catching his senses. “Hmm, what could that be?”, Blank wondered. He began digging up something from the ground. The coffin revealed itself to Blank’s vision. “The food is ready, I see.”