April Fool 2

I woke up, and everything seemed bright. Too bright.

I heard loud voices outside, heavy feet hitting the ground. Sad music kissed my ears.

I made for the window. Peeped. There were people moving, murmuring, they had no faces. An old man was playing the guitar with seven long fingers. Three babies were carrying the bright sun on their heads, moving westwards.

Shivers tickled down my spine.

Gradually, it turned night. I went back to bed. Then again, i saw him, the old man. Lying beside me. He smiled, and worms with heads of fire stared through his mouth. I gasped.

"April Fool." He said.

I woke up, again.