Oh, Dream Sweet Dreams

The touch of cold enters my life, the hands of time move faster than the speed of light; the spinning of the world takes on a new meaning as I lie awake in the pitch blackness of the night. What was, will never be again, what is to come, still a mystery; the night pours out of me in thick droplets of sweat, covering my shivering body in a glistening hue of black. All around is the silence, except for the pounding of my bursting heart; what was real is now gone, vanished into the darkness... into the deep, dark crevices of my mind. The images now distorted whirl by for the remainder of the pitch blackness of the night; surreal is the only word to describe this trembling, awful night of terror. "Dream sweet dreams" we tell our children, but the night can bring horror instead of joy; "Dream sweet dreams" we tell ourselves, but we know better than the lie we verse... much better than the night we curse. For "Dream Land" contest sponsored by Olajide Adelana.