MichaelAndTheSky

I haven’t written a Fan fiction in a long while, so bear with me.                This place has so many doors and locks, the longer he looked at it. The halls would stretch and swirl and melt into each other. His room, unlike the others, was a unstable cluster of fear and warped reality. It was panic inducing. He was panic inducing. At night, he hardly slept. Which in turn, meant Thomas couldn’t either; He was stuck filtering through the maybe’s and might have’s. The alarm was set, and the doors were locked, and the lights were off and….were they? Slipping through the thin veil of conscious and unconscious, Anx