Sleep

I was completely helpless to the crushing weight of my eyes being closed shut as the creeping

darkness slowly cascaded its claws up and down my limp body.

Images flooded my mind fogging my sense of reality.

A woman stood with her back facing me at the end of a strange street.

The bottom of her white ankle length dress rippled across her legs as the icy wind flowed

through the street.

Her curly red hair reached the long of her back and it too danced in the wind.

Numerous branches from willow trees outlined the sides of the streets forcing me in only one

direction: straight.

The light from the moon started flickering like an old street lamp heaving out the remainder of

its energy.

I looked up at the sky and saw the crescent moon grow dimmer.

The mysterious woman turned her head to the side and snapped her fingers- darkness.

I cocked my head frantically in every direction trying to find anything but darkness.

Footsteps approached me.

I threw my hands in front of myself trying to feel for any way out.

Nowhere to run.

A cry of frustration escaped my lips as no escape route showed itself.

Something sharp sliced at my arm.

I could hear the blood splatter on the cold ground.

My cries of pain filled in the silence.

My heart pounded in my ears and my nails dug into my palms trying to control my hysteria.

Suddenly several sets of long grimy fingers grabbed at every inch of my body.

A hand covered my mouth to muffle my screams.

Another hand grabbed at my nose- suffocating me.

Nausea creeped its way into my stomach.

A spell of dizziness caused my legs to quiver and give up.

I shut my eyes and thought of a place where joy replaced fear.

Silence filled the air again, I hesitantly opened my eyes.

A new scene slowly revealed itself as my eyes pried open.

I was in a meadow.

Sunflowers covered every inch of the tall grass.

A smile formed on my lips as the comfort of safety unveiled itself.

I breathed in the air and bent over to smell a sunflower- bliss.

I turned around to see what else lied in the meadow and a gasp escaped my lips.

It was the woman from the street.

Her hair flamed and my skin sizzled with every step she took as she got closer and closer.

Her nose slightly grazed over my own.

She lifted her hands up to her hair- her fingers ignited.

Her fingers clamped on to my wrists and my loud screech echoed around the meadow and the

woman belted a cruel laugh as my wrists instantly scabbed.

She grabbed my face and forced me to look into her sinister black eyes.

I felt my cheeks melting away.

For the first time I looked directly into her pale face.

Burn scars zig zagged across her forehead in a strange pattern.

My eyes grew wide as I realized the pattern was of a pentagram.

I looked into her eyes and found myself unable to look away.

Inside her eyes a scene took place.

I saw myself.

I saw her.

She plunged a knife into my heart.

My body shook uncontrollably as I saw myself perish.

I regrettably moved my eyes down her body to see a shining and jagged dagger in the bony hand

of the fiery woman.

She smiled a crooked smile and I could see her yellow teeth rotting away.

The anguish of defeat filled my body and I felt my strength melt away, seeping out of every pore.

A scorching pain found its way to my torso.

I looked down and saw a dagger protruding out of my stomach.

Blood seeped down my body- staining my clothes and the beautiful grass that was once a pure

green.

A salty tear fell from my eyes as my body hunched over the blade.

The woman kneed my cheek and then I suddenly found myself in another scene.

This time in my bedroom.

My blue curtains swayed in the corner as the open window greeted the icy winds.

Sweat stained my shirt and my heart felt as if it might explode because of its extreme rate.

I gazed around my dark bedroom and realized the comfort of safety found its way back into my

sleep once again.