Looking at the floor it begins to melt together.

It's waves of color and vibration.

 I know the floor is still.

But my eyes see things moving all the time.

They bring images together and make things bend and snap back into place.

No one understands the light I see following them around like a mother attached to her child.

I see faces in my window blinds.

I fall asleep at night and I am aware of it.

I see myself slipping into dreams but the dreams are real and I cannot move away from them.

The melted floor tiles follow me and they are at peace with there molecules molding together.

No one gets that while they are peacefully asleep in their beds I see demons on their chests.

I see hell opening up and men in white standing over everyone.

And still I cannot make a sound.

Im stuck to my bed.

The vibrations and moving melted tiles become my skin.

And I cannot move.