Hollow man

Date: 5/13/2021

I had my head buried awkwardly beneath my covers listening to the strum of my ukulele when I heard my mom’s voice yell, “it’s time to go!” It wasn’t until now that I realized I couldn’t move. I could only open my eyes. I tried with all my strength to move. I finally could muster the strength to turn over and look at the door. There was light from underneath and I could see on my side of the door was a gangly, lanky, black figure, with scraggly hair that hung off of his head (like Gollum). He was crawling under the door to get out and I was screaming for my mom but I couldn’t get much sound out. My voice sounded strangled and tiny. Then I woke up.