It feels foggy this world I live in day to day. It is oneiric of the screens that transpire when I close my eyes. The images cease when I awake and cut to memories of my every mistake. Death haunts me as I swallow my pill with a mouth full of wine to ease my conscience.
By Ashley Houston
This is a very short story I wrote on Twitter for VSS365 on the 1st of November. The word prompt was oneiric.