The radio, it can play music that can easily fill your ears and your mind with a joy, a type of feeling you can only find when lost in the melody. It entrances you and leads your mind to a place you never want to come back from. But what happens when you try desperately to get back to the real world but are powerless to fight against it.
Crawling into bed, I felt the exhaustion of a rough day sinking into my skin. The work day had wore me down until the only thing I could do was lay flat on my back to feel any kind of relaxation.
I turned my phone on and scrolled to have it shuffle play music on a playlist. It was one filled with 50's music. I know I needed something to bring me back to a better time, so this was what it needed to be.
As the music drifted carelessly through the air, I could feel it carrying me to sleep. As my eyelids grew heavier, I was taken to a 50's diner. There was music playing over the jukebox and some girls doing 'The Twist' in their long, checkerboard skirts. There were some jocks sitting in a booth over across the restaurant from me. It seemed like everyone there was sipping on milkshakes with a burger before them in this plastic read basket. I too had one sitting before me on the table.
I was about to take a bite of my burger when a blonde girl approached me with a smile and an outstretched hand. There was this upbeat music playing that she wanted me to dance with her to. I took her hand and we made our way to the open part of the diner. We began to twist our hips and shimmy our arms from side to side. This was the most fun I'd had in a long time.
The night drifted into a beautiful morning as the same people in the diner before had now become a little older. They were enjoying varying plates of breakfast foods. The sight of the pancakes and sausage links made me crave some food.
I made my way to the counter and took a seat on the barstool. A waitress came out in a plain blue uniform with a pencil and paper in hand. She asked me what I wanted and scribbled my order down while calling me "Sweetheart" every few words. She disappeared behind the swinging door that lead to the kitchen and I awaited my food.
As I waited I looked around and found that it was shifting, the light fading from the sky and giving his place a terrifying feel. I saw that the few people left in the diner were now rotting corpses and glaring at me. The pain was chipping from the walls and small rusted holes began to form.
I got up from my seat and stepped outside to find that the diner was surrounded by an empty, wide clearing with nothing but grass and and handful of trees as far as the eye could see. I stepped even further into the darkness and eventually, the diner began to disappear behind me. I tried to turn around and run for it, but it was becoming further and further from me. It was like some kind of surreal dream.
That's when it hit me, this was all a dream. How easy would it be to just wake up from this nightmare?
My eyes shot open. The sound playing was no longer 50's music, but a darker themed piano theme. No wonder I was having nightmares.
I tried to get up to change it but I found that I was unable to move. I tried to roll over to the side that my phone was on, or lift my arm but I was unsuccessful.
I then saw a dark figure approaching me from the shadows. It uncurled its long tendril-like fingers and began to reach for me. I tried to scream but no sound could escape my throat. I was beyond horrified, there was nothing I could do. I was a victim to my own nightmare.
Crawling into bed, I felt the exhaustion of a rough day sinking into my skin. The work day had wore me down until the only thing I could do was lay flat on my back to feel any kind of relaxation.
I turned my phone on and scrolled to have it shuffle play music on a playlist. It was one filled with 50's music. I know I needed something to bring me back to a better time, so this was what it needed to be.
As the music drifted carelessly through the air, I could feel it carrying me to sleep. As my eyelids grew heavier, I was taken to a 50's diner. There was music playing over the jukebox and some girls doing 'The Twist' in their long, checkerboard skirts. There were some jocks sitting in a booth over across the restaurant from me. It seemed like everyone there was sipping on milkshakes with a burger before them in this plastic read basket. I too had one sitting before me on the table.
I was about to take a bite of my burger when a blonde girl approached me with a smile and an outstretched hand. There was this upbeat music playing that she wanted me to dance with her to. I took her hand and we made our way to the open part of the diner. We began to twist our hips and shimmy our arms from side to side. This was the most fun I'd had in a long time.
The night drifted into a beautiful morning as the same people in the diner before had now become a little older. They were enjoying varying plates of breakfast foods. The sight of the pancakes and sausage links made me crave some food.
I made my way to the counter and took a seat on the barstool. A waitress came out in a plain blue uniform with a pencil and paper in hand. She asked me what I wanted and scribbled my order down while calling me "Sweetheart" every few words. She disappeared behind the swinging door that lead to the kitchen and I awaited my food.
As I waited I looked around and found that it was shifting, the light fading from the sky and giving his place a terrifying feel. I saw that the few people left in the diner were now rotting corpses and glaring at me. The pain was chipping from the walls and small rusted holes began to form.
I got up from my seat and stepped outside to find that the diner was surrounded by an empty, wide clearing with nothing but grass and and handful of trees as far as the eye could see. I stepped even further into the darkness and eventually, the diner began to disappear behind me. I tried to turn around and run for it, but it was becoming further and further from me. It was like some kind of surreal dream.
That's when it hit me, this was all a dream. How easy would it be to just wake up from this nightmare?
My eyes shot open. The sound playing was no longer 50's music, but a darker themed piano theme. No wonder I was having nightmares.
I tried to get up to change it but I found that I was unable to move. I tried to roll over to the side that my phone was on, or lift my arm but I was unsuccessful.
I then saw a dark figure approaching me from the shadows. It uncurled its long tendril-like fingers and began to reach for me. I tried to scream but no sound could escape my throat. I was beyond horrified, there was nothing I could do. I was a victim to my own nightmare.
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