Darkness, and it slithered up to him, flickering edges, wrapped around warped circular vision, pausing
...
just like paused video cassette moments, where jarred lines quake in anticipation, in cocky self confidence.
He hurtles into the bathroom- flick the wrist. Snapshot, retina burnt dilation, expanding the edges of the room in a fiery white crescendo.
Like the pillow soft wallpaper of the asylum, safe at last.