I was lying in my bed at two in the afternoon just about ready to wake up and call it a morning when an unsettling image came to me as I stroked my fingers through my hair. Somewhere in the world at sometime someone had to have had some nails hammered through their skulls. Thinking about the imagery made me shudder but I couldn’t stop. I imagined a nail being held half an inch above my ear. I could feel the sharp tip of the metal against my skin and the presence of a bulk crude hammer caressing my chest. The time had come and the hammer was lifted only to come down on the nail driving it partially into my skull and commanding multiple seizer like vibrations from my body. The tool repeated itself and I could feel the metal sliding through my bone almost protruding on the other side. Then the third slam came down, lucky number three, and the world was practically over. Reeling once again from the force of the blow my head shook on the bed violently as blood was smeared all over the sheets. I could feel the invasion of the nail and the cracked egg shell like fragments of skull hanging from my forehead. As I was about to go and look into the mirror to note the damage another nail was placed on the opposite side of my head. The hammer rose up once again only to be defeated by my yawn as the little daydream I was having decomposed and the curtains of reality opened.

This is the day in life of Jason Haugh.