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.