Acid Drops

If I lie here, perfectly still, I can feel myself sinking into the mattress and the sounds from the room below - shattered drumbeats and voice upon voice, cease to exist. The walls surrounding me grow higher - pressing and throbbing, folding in on themselves. As I watch, blue veins coil themselves around. I lie inside an arch of scarlet moat that pulses a little every time I move. The sickness rises and I wait for it to pass.