When I was drinking, I would see things. It took years before I realized that I wasn’t imagining them, that they were actually there.
I set up cameras because I had my doubts. It’s five hours of nothing, and then the little guys bring me in, blitzed out of my mind, and put me to bed. They tuck me in, then straighten up. One of them even waves at the camera.
I quit drinking soon after that. Now that I’m sober I don’t see them anymore. I guess it’s because they don’t come around: no need to look after me.