boo

Imagine the night of an insomniac. How it takes forever to fall asleep. How sometimes you'll reach that stage when you can feel yourself on the precipice of dozing off, but you try not to notice because the minute you become aware, it wakes you up more. So you turn over, try to let your mind drift back into the nothingness it had almost reached. Then through your shut eyes you become aware of a glow. A glow that shouldn't be there. You crack open an eyelid and before you feel alert enough to react, you've thrown yourself backwards away from the bedside table, a shrill "ohmigodohmigodOHMIGOD" stuttering from your lips as your brain registers a visage glowly horribly a mere foot or so away from where you're sleeping.


Yeah, it would've been nice if someone had warned me one of the paperback editions of Chuck Palahniuk's latest, Haunted, had a glow in the fucking dark cover before it jolted me from almost-sleep at 3:45 am this morning.