Nowhere is sanctuary

"And if the world don't break, I'll be shaking it..."

I'm on my way to my room on the second floor.

Breathless from a bit of exercise by climbing up the stairs.

My lungs pleading and thighs screaming. A reminder of how my feeble body needs a healthy lifestyle, which I continue to disregard.

My world view tilted in a mere second my mind slip into some dimensional crack I created every moment I get. My current train of thought broke and generated a new one.

That's weird.

Did I almost faint just now?

Am I dizzy just from walking on the stairs?

I stopped my track one step before my bedroom door, trying to stabilize my balance.

Then finally realizing a slight shake just happened after noticing my hanged clothes swaying in odd manner.

There's an earthquake....?

Still trying to understand the situation.

Another dizziness hit me, holding onto the wall.

It was a feeling of being pushed by some invisible force.

My body swayed out of control while still trying keep my balance.

The walls were undoubtedly swaying more.

Creaking sounds can be heard around me.

My window frame clacking. Everything is rattling in discordant harmony.

I fell down on my butt

Stumbling backwards

I started dry heaving

That note like frequency piercing my right ear.

Followed by a hollow thundered erratic heartbeat.

Cracks formed on the walls gradually spreading towards me.

And I caved in.

Clawing my hair in disarray.

Bitting my lips torn till I tasted rust

Gasping for air, desperately breathing.

Then my floor crumbled.

I wasn't even standing

I fell down together with the debris and dust.

And I let myself sink deeper.

Burying me deep within the rumbles of the aftermath.

Within the pit I made for myself.

Within the dark with no oxygen left to breath.

Then I blinked.

And found myself still in my room,

On my bedroom floor.

As if nothing happened,

My room still the same, barely organized with my things all over the place.

Nothing happened.