Delirium

My eyes were bleary by now, when even was now? The room was dark but my tiredness must have been an illusion because all I did today was sleep. I blinked. I laid in my bed– only it wasn’t really my bed. I didn’t consider my dorm room home– it was just a temporary space I filled with my belongings. It wasn’t a bad place; I just refused to let myself get comfortable, but I was tired now and the bed was comfortable enough to tempt me to sleep. I closed my eyes. Swirling colors blotted my vision. The back of my eyelids expanded into an abyss before me. The green and pink morphed into a red blob. The blob grew feathers and a beak as though I had adjusted the focus of a camera to reveal a magnificent parrot. Spindly spider figures came crawling from the corners, chasing each other across my field of view. More animals and colors merged from one another, overrunning my mind. I flung my eyes open to see the light blue paint of the room, the string lights twinkling, and my cluttered desk. The walls felt closer together now. I took a deep breath; the air felt warm in my lungs, which didn't ease my shakiness. Thoughts raced through my head. Maybe I was crazy. I wondered if there was an escape. Soon enough my worries dissipated into the trenches of sleep.