The following is a fairly short fantasy-based story I recently wrote about nightmares and living and how everything mixes together. The true plot is yours to understand as you see it. In my stories, I like to leave all the doors open...
I HAD BEEN EXPERIENCING insomnia for some time now. I don’t know what started it, perhaps stress. Nothing had drastically changed. I took to having a couple shots of scotch before bed, under the impression that it would help me. It made for a good drink, and it relaxed me, but that was all. I opened a window to cool my room down, let the night’s chill circle around my room, hoping perhaps it would help. It didn’t. I still lay awake in the dark room, staring at the ceiling and wondering why the hell I was the way I was.
My name is Tanner F. Riche. I am a published journalist and author, via numerous newspapers, Amazon, Kobo, Indigo, Barnes and Noble, and other sources. Please join me on my journey as a writer. I post occasionally.