Magic Blue Smoke on Nostr: I freeze when it turns the corner and I see it in the doorway. Its head is almost on ...

I freeze when it turns the corner and I see it in the doorway. Its head is almost on the ground, but it's shoulders are near the door knob.

It sniffs, a faraway light behind its eyes rolls madly as it shifts its gaze to me.

Too long, too wet. It's not covered in hair, exactly. Dewy bristles shine as its black lips peel back along its ursine snout, revealing a jagged row of teeth with a ragged hiss.

Somewhere far away, my body is locked in place as it crawls drunkenly across the floor to me.