Inconsistent Fear

I am tired and completely out of it today. I got very little sleep last night, had a very good breakfast this morning, and was a complete asshole to the bride during conversation. I am on edge for no particular reason. Bills are piling up, but money is there to pay them. All we need is to jump through hoops and get forms signed for joint bank accounts and things will then take care of themselves.

Then again, unless a budget is agreed on for the state, I might not get paid for the month of September. That would suck. I find myself haunted with strange and terrible dreams. I woke up fitful last night and got up to use the bathroom. I touched the handle of the toilet after my business was done and pulled up on it instead of down. It made a sound. A terrible sound.

I could hear my mind telling itself that it is only water through the pipes. I closed my eyes and pictured rails of copper going deep underground, but at their end, in an inky blackness, something moved. Something enormous and terrifying. It was grey and smooth, shaped like a whale a hundred sizes too big. It opened a single yellow orange eye that glowed bright as the sun. I opened my eyes and turned on the bathroom light, catching my breath. I turned off the bathroom light and turned the kitchen light on at the same time. Then I moved over to the refrigerator, opening the door as I shut off the overhead light. I grabbed the gallon of milk and drank until I found myself full, then darted into the bedroom, over the bride, and quickly covered myself in a sheet. Good God, I am almost thirty.

Fucking Cthulhu.