Inattentive

I stared in the corner while my thoughts ran empty, my face numb and vision blurring. The corner blurred, it filled with the texture of wood, the cracks deepened and seemed to protrude from the wall. I could see them morph into divots, scales, and eyes in the vision. What a peculiar figure of my imagination. I fixed the blur in my vision, snapping suddenly attentive of my sanity. What a horrific mess I must deal with now. I leaned over to reach for a towel to wipe away the sigils. From the empty corner, smoke blew over my hand.