Fri, 01/18/2019 - 20:19 -- Shelene

I can’t see anything, for I am sleeping.

I can’t feel anything, for I am dreaming.

I’m breathing, I’m breathing.

Chest in, chest out.

The darkness surrounds me in a beautiful blanket of security and love.

I embrace it, waiting for morning to come.

And then, there is a tear in the blanket that hugs me.

There is a tear, how can this be?

I open my eyes, my body still.

Suddenly, this loving night brings such a chill.

I can see my ceiling, my tapestry above me.

But this is when it happens, this is when I see.

My heart begins feeling in pain.

I see a dark figure, I see these hands.

These hands, they belong to no man.

They are reaching, reaching, reaching for me in the night.

No matter how hard I try, I simply cannot fight.

And in this terrible darkness, a sight quite unseen, all my body can do, is let out one final scream.

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