Burnt Skin

I went to an institution to submit documents. The sun was warm. I saw people loitering around the door where I am exactly directed to, in a perfect line. I knew that I was late... and I forgot my finances.

I went around and saw an old comrade to ask on the whereabouts of this setting. Safe with a green umbrella, he tried animating distances by lapping around the building we were in. I was feeling the radiation and heat from the sun was too much, but I still resorted to being near my comrade as the entirety was foreign to me. Strangers were animating themselves around with the assurance of their own progress. He started to point towards the north where a Buddhist temple resides. Still, I did not get the direction he was motioning so we decided to walk further. Then we saw two of our unlikely comrades coming in from an dark underground staircase and motioned that we needed a ride. I did not get the verbal agreement, but I felt confident. It was uncertain if I made it through the ordeal.

I was home. I felt that the skin on my arms were burning - they were scorched black. Debris of my skin were falling. Thinking of the the pain was unbearable as I was starting to feel it, but the expression benign.

I woke up. I was sleeping on my favorite red sheets and saw on the other side of the window bare the same color, despite a different being settling in there. I woke up, but I can't move. The television was showing animated comics to cover the other vignettes I must not notice. I woke up. I was sleeping on blue sheets. I got a hold of the blue net I was hiding and covered a tunnel developed on the side of the room. I felt fear, but I didn't dare to elaborately sense it. I wished, but I couldn't wake up thrice more. The whiteness of the room was blinding, my eyes were repeatedly retracting my view.