When Dreams Attack

Tossing and turning, struggling with my own demons, I can not escape. Screaming in the darkness unaware of my surroundings, I reach into nothingness. Cold chills enter my lungs each time I try to call out, strangling me voice. Fear prevents me from running, I stand face to face with creatures hidden in the night. I stand alone. No Surviving, no escaping, no living, there is no winning with all odds against me. Each dream grows worse, each night apprehension fills me, fighting against closing my eyes and drifting away. Each morning in the wee hours, I wake with evidence of the fight the night before. Scratches, bruises, and a busted lip. The attacks are real, what hides in the night, below your bed comes to you when you sleep. Be weary my friends, the night is long.

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