Crimson Skies

And there I was, laying on my bed without having full control over my body and unable to stop or quit. I felt despair running through me but I managed to control it as far as I could, I needed to have control.
The ghosts of the people I had seen before in total conciousness entered my room and left their belongings in the table that occupied the center of the room. But there was no table and there were no ghosts.
I listened and listened, time seemed to pass very slowly and I was getting tired of it. I stood up and moments after, cold water ran through my face.

I returned to my position and the ghosts were still walking in front of me and disappearing as soon as they left something on the table that was not really there. I knew this people. This people knew me. But they were not entering my room and this was all part of the dirty trick my mind was playing on me. I enjoyed each passing moment which seemed like eternity in front of my eyes with the only exception of being seconds passing and nothing more.

-Help- I whispered, -help... But nobody heard my call.

Scarlet, I thought, scarlet is the color of blood. My body kept moving on its own and my mind was floating around many things. I wanted it to end and at the same time I wanted to learn more from it. I was inside it. My journey lasted for a period of time that seemed like hours, time is a big mistery after all.

As I walked through the dark desert and the skies were crimson, the ghosts of the people that knew me kept entering and disappearing in my room.

Right in front of my eyes.