Cold….dusty.
Breathless….so cold.
It must be….
Something, I’ll never know.
Breaking glass.
Breaking it fast.
The lights flicker on and off.
It never stops.
Under the bed hides a phantom.
It always attacks me. It’s always random.
How can I stay awake? How can I sleep?
This apparition will wait in the trees.
It will destroy all of my dreams.
