Stomach Bugs

Harper's crib was filled with stuffing when I woke up. The remains of his rabbit stuffed animal Sat beside him. He was soundly asleep. We have no pets. Harper couldn't have done it, could he?

I managed to feed him without too much force. I ate half an egg before wanting to puke, and then for dinner, I managed a majority of a hot dog down my throat.

I have to eat, but I don't want to. I should probably take Harper and me to the hospital. We probably have horrible stomach bugs.

Home

It's after 3 AM, and I don't know what I'm doing. I just woke up, and started wandering the halls. I didn't become actually aware I was doing it for about ten minutes, but I remember doing it.

I tried to make myself something to eat, but I ended up throwing it in the garbage before checking up on Harper again. Still asleep. He's been asleep since I force fed him earlier. What is going on with us? Why can't I shake this horrible feeling that I'm being watched? That the walls are closing in around us? That there's no escape.

Carol.... Carol.... please.... come home..............

She

I finally got Harper to wake up, but he is groggy as hell, and I practically had to force feed him his formula. As for me, I haven't been hungry all day.

I go back to work soon. Maybe we're both just stressed with the situation.

That reminds me: I'm going to have to find someone to watch him.

I wish she was here now more than ever...

SHE.

Sleep

I just woke up and it's almost lunch time. I went to check on Harper and he was still soundly asleep. What is the matter with us...

Silence...

Harper is sleeping soundly through the night for the first time in weeks, and while I am relieved, I also feel that this is the act of something far greater than myself. Demon, God, a psychopath raging mental warfare on my mind... I don't know. But I do know that if I don't do something to stop this madness, I am going to go insane.

Or was I already? Is that the real reason Carol left? The underlying truth? And somehow she is so vile and wicked that she left Harper with me, anyway?

Oh, these thoughts are maddening, more so than the beast that conjured them. I need a warm body beside me at night again. Or just to get laid. At least it would bring me back to reality for an hour- ha, who am I kidding? 20 minutes tops.