Ponderings Of A Crazed Maniac

''What am i doing on a couch with blood all over me? Whose blood is it? Is it mine?''

I check myself to find any injury on my person. There's none. I try to get up again. That is when i hear the first moan.

I must be imagining things, i say to myself.  Funny to think that because it all feels like a very bad dream.

I hear the moan again. A little louder this time. It seems to emanate from the general direction of the Master bedroom.

I force myself to get up. I stain the sofa with my bloodied hands.

''who's there?'' i yell.

I try to take a step and my whole world comes crashing down as i fall unto the couch again. Into another hour of unconsciousness. . . .

03/07/09