Nightmare of A Dream

An eerie feeling, such an eeriee feeling it was...

Alone at night, everything seemed normal. Lights were down as I was asleep in the pitch black darkness of my bedroom, fast asleep as the world. Yet I was not feeling safe, something was bothering me. A shade? Something hidden in the shadows. Something hidden in the darkness. Something there, unseen, invisible, yet present and moving, towards me.

Nothing to see, only a feeling, an eeriee feeling. Must have been my imagination, I thought, as I closed my eyes to fall back under the spell of Hypnos. Alas I could not sleep, something was waking me up. Something that was nothing yet something still. Nothing to see, nothing to hear, only a feeling. A presence ethereal, something impossible to reach watching me yet invisible. It must have been this, the feeling you get between sleep and awake, probably only a trick of my tired mind, I thought, as I tried to return to my slumber.

I could still see the hours of the night running in front of me, constatly teared away from sleep by that invisible presence. Something was there I could feel it, I could see it in the corner of my eye. A shade, a ghost, someone, something... The feeling was getting stronger. Growing in power every ticking of the clock, silent yet resounding as a scream on my troubled mind. I was paralyzed.

And then I felt it... closer. I could not see a thing, I could not even move my head, but I knew it was there, just beside me, beside my bed, I knew it. I sensed it getting closer and then... a strong preassure on my stomach, it was on me, in me? Pressing on me, on my stomach and on my mouth, I could not scream, I could not breathe... It was there. And then...

...nothing

As the first rays of light pierced through my thick black velvet curtains, I stood up to look on this new dawn. Only a memory as feint as the presence itself, yet an horrifying thought, silent but strong, clutching to my mind like a parasite. 

Was it the specter of my own worries, the invisible shade of what kills me inside? Or maybe it was just a dream... But I do not want to be left on my own. Like a prison these walls crush me, and left in there with this presence I cannot take much longer...

Hope always shines on the horizon, as the daylight kills the ghost...

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Drawing by Odilon Redon