I woke up this morning and I just didn’t want to roll out of bed. I soon learned I had to once I started to smell the blood. I had a nosebleed, and as soon as I got up, the stuff was dripping at a rate barely short of being a continuous stream. I waited for it to clot before I dared moving and meanwhile caught the blood with my cupped hand.
I gave up waiting and just held my nose as I descended and went to the bathroom, trying not to leave blood stains on the doorknob. I got there and looked at myself in the mirror.
There was not actually blood everywhere, just on my hands, shirt, arms, and glasses as well as below my nose and around my mouth.
A guy came out of the stall behind me. I explained to him I killed my roommate with a hammer and ate his heart. It would have comforted me a little to get a chuckle out of him instead of that awkward silence.