Trigger to my head
I had a dream last night. I had a gun, and I put it to my head. My body felt free, my mind felt clear, and I pulled the trigger. Nothing. As in, nothing happened. Just so happened that it was a bit of a russian roulette. I had hit the empty chamber. .. Or whatever it is they call that spinning thing with the bullets in it. That spinning magazine. The feeling after pulling the trigger… Adrenaline. The feeling u get peering off the edge from the top of a skyscraper. Fear coupled with excitement. It felt addictive. I knew the next shot would def have a bullet unless the gun malfunctions, but I was tempted. Tempted to pull the trigger again for that rush.