Blink

He awoke alone in his very familiar room, yet there was a subtle difference, which he picked up on immediately. It was a minor stab of guilt from the night before, after having done something he had never dreamed of normally doing.

Attempting to put the memory aside, he tried desperately to return to sleep. When that didn’t work, he buried his head in his pillow, but to no avail.

That guilt eventually turned to paranoia as he stared at the double set of eyeballs that return his stare from over his bathroom sink. He blinked first, and knew at that moment that if he didn’t turn himself in to the cops, those same unblinking, unapologetic eyes that stared at him would never let him rest.

They bore into him, creating a certain kind of madness. He needed to take action and quickly, before insanity became his norm.

The opening sentence to his statement, his written confession, began: “Because the bulbs in the vanity above my bathroom sink refuse to blink, and because they are all knowing of my guilt, I am giving this freely and without coercion…”