Black Void Under

The only thing I remember is void. Black void all around me and nothingness below. Wind rushed in my ears and I was falling. 

                                            Falling. 

                                                           Falling. 

                                                                           Falling. 

                                                                                           Falling. 

My bed had swallowed me into that pit of awful darkness and I didn’t understand. 

Dad had bought the house a couple weeks before, and at first I hated it. Everything was moldy and old; and I had to be the shiny new kid again. Dad swore it would be the last time, but I had a hard time believing him. After a few days in, though, the house didn’t seem so dusty. It was almost as if it came alive. You could hear it creek and grumble at night, soft breezes roamed the halls. It might sound creepy, but it wasn’t, I thought it was cozy. And of course, being so old, the house had its secrets. 3 days after we moved in, Dad discovered a secret cupboard in one of the kitchen drawers. The next day, I found my bathroom mirror hides a door and a passageway to the living room. So, yeah, I wasn’t really scared or surprised when my bed swallowed me.

I was scared of the gravity

                                                                    pulling 

                                                                                          me 

                                                                                                     under.