Chickens and Blood

Date: 1/21/2017

I wake up in my bedroom, but the walls are dark and dank and closed in. There's a dripping sound. I'm in a nest of dirty clothes on the floor where my bed should be, surrounded by chickens. They're clinging to me and clucking. I feel blood everywhere. It's on my skin, in my hair, dripping from the walls. But when I look at my hands they're clean. I hear a voice and look up to see my roommate saying goodbye and opening the bedroom door as if it's the front door of the house. I ask her not to leave but she shrugs and closes the door behind her. I sit in the dark with my chickens for a moment and wake up.