There can be two sides.  There can be a yin and yang, a good and evil, a dark and light, a right and a wrong side to some things.  Some things may only have one side, but today, I woke up on one of the two sides of the bed.  The wrong side.  I opened my glazed makeup smeared eye lids to discover I was not in my familiar serene room, but in a different room.  It resembled my usual niche but there were other worldly differences.  Instead of the white dimpled plaster ceiling I was accustomed to, in its place was an ominous black liquid.  The bouquet of tar emitted from the ceiling was so acute that I felt it oozing down my throat.  The tarry onyx overhead seemed to moving in a hantingly wave like and rhythmic fashion.  As I turned my gaze towards the normal room array, I saw even more abberant objects.  Instead of my lightly stained chestnut nightstand that supported my monkey alarm clock and pile of processed books, a mass of gray hairy organisms formed its shape.  The only recognizable parts the fuzzy spherical things possesed were eyes with deep purple iris' that seemed to lead to an unimaginable hold of darkness.  Their eyes were starring right at me.  I averted my stare to yet further monstrocities.  My desk was no longer just a common peice of wooden furnishing, but now a breathing, writhing creature covered in lustrous diamond like scales.  Where my drawers should have been, were now lengthy gleaming appendages that looked oddly like tongues covered in papillae buds.  The thing's eyes were glassy, black holes where my spotted lounge chair should have fit.  I pushed away the blue and green striped sheets in sheer amazement at the transformation that my room had taken.  I let my legs hang off the side of the bed and reached my pointed toes for my house slippers that should have been exactly where I had kicked them off the night before.  Instead of my black satin house slippers were a type of shoe I had never laid eyes on before.  Ruby red spikes protruded from the hard glass finish that made up these warped shoes.  Strangely, I wanted to put them on.  I slipped them on carefully, very carefully I might add, and avoided the creatures that inhabited my so called room.  I stood before my door, which I would no longer quite call a door but more a dark augural portal to something truely menacing, and took a deep breath.  I should have been frightened, but I was not.  I was intrigued.  I raised my left foot and stepped through the entryway.  I was about to embark on an adventure. 

To be continued…