Decay

The entire building smelled of mold and mildew. The air Jager inhaled was wet and heavy. The floor boards beneath him did not creak, they sagged and stretched with each step. Walls that had been white were now gray and smudged with wide black streaks that descended in puddles from the ceiling.
Jager tested his steps carefully as he crossed to the stairs. A single shaft of light drifted across the upstairs landing. A thin rug with barely distinguishable oriental patterns cascaded down the steps, ripping as Jager stepped against it. The first stair held. Jager climbed to the next. It, too, held. Cautiously Jager continued until he was standing on the landing, interrupting that one shaft of light.

Trapped

No, I’m sorry I didn’t mean that, I was just kidding, really
I’ll go back to coloring between the lines now
sorry
I didn’t mean to scare you
I’ll be a good boy, live a good life
have a nice wife and two kids, maybe a dog too
get a simple job, go to work every day and come home again
I’ll eat my cereal in the morning, my sandwiches at lunch, and my steak for supper
nice, red-blooded, real world stuff
with a girl at my side and a smile on my face
I’m sure the world will be alright
I hope I didn’t scare you with my talk of faeries and castles
magic
or just not knowing what to do with my life
I was just kidding
go back to sleep
don’t worry about me
I’ll just lie here by myself for a while
awake and wondering...

[Author's Note: I wrote this a long time ago, but was thinking about it recently and thought I'd share... still don't know what I really want to do with my life...]