My Lucid Reality

Darkness surrounds me, penetrates me, it is who I am, and with my every move I leak hate, anxiety, and stress; not the good stress either, the darkest nastiest stress known to man.  I buzz through the night on the wings of pure angst, silent as the breeze I watch for the sleeping form, an eye out for the one who most needs a good nights sleep.

My target glows like a beacon, her blankets ruffled from a restless night, if anyone needed a decent nights sleep it is her; my eyes glow red as I swoop and spiral through the roof and into the room, the sleeping form is graceful and soft, a silent cackle like rustling leaves passes through the room, I move closer, lips so red, skin so white.  I flash towards her head, the room darkens in flashes like a broken strobe light; and then all is black.

I sit… patience a lost attribute I struggle to gain in my hours of darkness, the sinew around me glows with the light of the moon, I am trapped, lost to the world, my target glows beneath me, but reaching her is no longer a goal, only a mocking call; like freedom.  I ponder my life, the nights I’ve destroyed, I watch as another form of darkness, red eyes flashing with giddy pride crashes into the net beside me, curses whisper through the air, stopped by the mystical force that binds us.  A white light, a dream of playful joy giggles and spins around us then flies to my target who responds with a smile and the glow to her skin grows light.

The night passes slowly, each moment is sacred, I know it is my last and I hold it precious as the windows lighten I cry out, as the sun rises the net glows and I am gone.