October 3, 2010

Clothes Are Not As Kind As They Seem

I awaken from a deep disturbed sleep. It's 7:30 am and all is silent. I feel stinging sensations all over my body. My torso felt like it was being stabbed. My legs felt like they were being burnt. Then all of the sudden I realize that the sore feelings were coming from my clothing. I tried removing my shirt, but it was suffocating me. I couldn't breath. Every second felt as if it was getting tighter and tighter. I swear my dressings were possessed. I tore off my shirt, but it held onto my arm. I yanked and pulled. Then I finally got it off and threw it to the floor. It laid there still as if it was, normal. I finally got my other dressings off and threw them to the floor. I then ran out of my room, down the stairs, and to the street. I ran through my neighborhood yelling, "clothes kill!" Soon, a local sheriff stopped me. I was escorted away in his car, covered in a thin sheet. Perhaps it was all in my head.

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