I needed to get away. For my sanity, for my life. I was already up so I made the decision to escape. Usually, It was up before I; hungry from It’s overnight fast, ready to feast on me. I’d awaken to Its tentacle, extended from Its mouth, curled around my neck. Pressure from Its suction cup appendages affixed on my forehead. Like a plunger in a clogged toilet, It pushed my consciousness further into the back of my mind, feasting on the illusion that flooded in to fill the void. After It had eaten Its full, It would untangle Itself from me. Full of creativity, I’d rush to paint or write or to my keyboard to compose a song. My mind brimmed with imagination and passion. Every vision I manifested in that brief period of heightened creativity was brilliant.