Haunted Coffin

I opened my eyes suddenly, and there was some kind of sticky sound mixed in with the hum of the air conditioner. The bedside electronic clock showed 03:17, but the scarlet halo spread too much in the darkness, like blood droplets melting in the air. The rusty taste of the nightmare still lingers in my throat - the recurring dream of the lipstick string, the wrapped coffin, and the corpse in the coffin with the same face as me tying the knot.