Fractured..... [I Battle Ptsd]

She goes into the kitchen to make her coffee. It's still there; but in a different spot this time period it's making itself a cup of coffee. It's making itself at home… inside your home. It's rummaging through your cups, leaving black stains in the shape of hands. Another reminder of the "ick." That's what she's chosen to name it. The "ICK." She watches as it carries the cup of coffee and walks to the chair, leaving black foot prints in her wooden floor. They leave a strong odor, and they have a fogginess trailing them. She watches as it sits in her chair, reading her newspaper. She blinks; it's still there. She turns around and goes back into her room and shuts the door tightly. She slips into her sheets and closes her eyes. Maybe if she is lucky, when she wakes up, it won't be there anymore. Only time will tell.