Grotesque

The lights are bright in my living room as I lie slumped on the couch. It's an ordinary day of hopelessness and desolation, when I am suddenly struck with a vision. The room dims to a grey-blue color, and large, dark, pear-shaped blobs hang from the ceiling, throbbing. They are all quietly bumping against each other, leaking cold. Then, a small one bursts, and a black, syrupy fluid slowly oozes out onto the floor. I look down at the ground, and I notice there is a pool of black, steadily rising.