Silently Dreaming

its 4:44 in the morning and the lights are off. Everyones asleep. Silently dreaming. The shadow moves throughout the house , it wakes me to tell me something. It speaks but i can`t hear, i look at the clock but can`t see it only knowing that its 4:44 still. The shadow moves away ever so slowly and fades away to nothing. I lie there waiting for time to unfreeze. My mind races to unfamilure memories of unfamilure places. This must be a dream or nightmere. None of this can be real. Knowing its still 4:44 i move my legs to the edge of the bed and place them on the floor that is no longer there. I free fall in to the darkness only to be caught by the shadow who i am now standind next to , we stand over my body, we are looking at the shadow standing over me taking my soul . I died in my sleep. The clock is forever froozen at 4:44............john comstock 1\29\12