The Music Stopped

fear struck through me as I heard my own back ground music inclining and then sharply stopping

I could feel the very silence sneaking up behind me from beneath the closet and snatch me from under my own feet.

My last cold breath drifted of into nothingness.

I awoke in my own bed shivering in my own cold sweat, my fingers clenched my pale covers.

I fear going back to sleep for the dreams I can’t remember hunt me the most.

I’ve been told that dreams are just our brain figuring out the puzzles of our lives, if that’s true I need to  come to the conclusion that I live in a world of un-consensual confusion.

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