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
Copyright © John Comstock | Year Posted 2012
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