The Dream
It is the mid of October, long ago, and my eyes pierce the lifeless shadows of the hovering clouds; grey and bewilderingly lustful in their solemn intentions.
It was dark that evening. Very strange that it would seem to become of us that light had died, the closer I became to home. I am 10, in a world not quite like your own.we have two moons, and dust that secretes from the sky like the tears of angels. We can see you.
I looked around, my eyes scanning the surfaces of the sunset, and the moon gently caressing it’s lonely hours of domination to come. I was at sea, on a dreaming vessel. Quiet, lost.
Feeling my footsteps get closer together, I picked up my pace now, and deep blue colors swallow the orange as I finally reached the house on street 1. Bells for the hours struck in the distance, and I realized that I had come home late again.
My mother and father had left a note on the kitchen with my supper in the oven.so I ate it and peeked up the staircase to just catch their lamp fading out for the night.
The windows in what was once my room, were round and abstract.
They made everything look like paintings on the outside, and you might see life in art; shapes and sizes, intentions and murders of innocence.
The house was quiet.not a sound, not a whisper. I could see things in their places.lifeless, whispering not.
Nothing to do, nothing to say, I fell asleep again in my clothes.
For reasons I cannot explain, I awoke with a sudden fright.
Through my window, my eyes beheld a strange dark figure in the night.
Standing in the street, the figure was looking at me. I thought I was dreaming. My heart pounded in my chest as the figure stood. I moved closer to the window.and I noticed that not a single lamp was lit in the houses around ours.it was utter darkness.
Standing rigid and hauntingly thin, I saw that it was a man.
I crept my eyes to edge of the window, the figure did not move. But somehow, he had come closer.
The shadows around him danced. His features were that of nightmares; cartoonish. His eyes had no color, completely white, and seemed to pierce my soul; frolicking distance and icicles.
Before slipping into unconsciousness, I remembered his smile,a cold winter where the demons are eating each other.
