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I Thought We Were Alone…Behind the Tombstone 003


My favorite thing to do each night is to say good night to them and tuck them in.
My favorite thing to do each night is to say good night to them and tuck them in.

After tucking them in, I whispered good night in their ears. Although mine wasn’t the only whisper I heard… Woke up at 0319 again and froze as I looked into her eyes as she crawled her way up me. A silent scream of terror wept from me as the thunder of her touch rocked my foundation. I couldn’t move. Tried to tell myself it’s just a dream. Tried to move any muscle.


Nothingness fell over me and my eyes rolled back to discover the view from the other side. Such a wondrous, vibrant, and colorful dreamscape took over. Even the nail of hers that broke off in my flesh from her clawing at my chest didn’t register as any sensation.


I was adrift again, coming back to this warped dream we call life. Waking into dreaming as I realized I shit the bed.


“Keep calm, the treatment is working. It will be over with a couple more sessions. The spirit will be separated from the body, freeing your soul.” -he wheezed at me through my decrepit bandages.

 
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“Take the day. Before the day takes you.” — Seymour Toa
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