For Days and A Night Poster
He sits in his chair. In the room.
The same room he’s been in for the past few days.
It’s all quiet. There’s a loud thudding in his ears. It’s all dark around him – but he knows; he senses that things are not the way they should be.
He rubs his hand…the right one across his face and stiffens. There’s a funny smelling liquid on his hand – a sticky, viscous liquid that does not
smell like mucous.
His heart rate palpitates…because he knows what the liquid is.