The Darkness Is Lulling

The darkness is lulling. It enwraps me, enfolds me. Sweet serenity humming, "Come to me, come to me." I slip slowly away. I fade. I silence time wanes; It's ticking, it's slipping. In tranquility I'm lain. In a haze, out of phase, I'm aware of my being. I'm here. The atmosphere's changing. It's twisting, it's shifting. My heart begins pounding, Th-thumping, b-bumping. I feel a strange presence. I fear! In a terror I'm gripped! Chest tightening, constricting. My room a gray crypt, It traps me, ensnares me! I sense a near specter. I quake! In silent panic I lie. I'm frozen, so frightened! By terror I'm bound! Please, eyes, open! Please open! I can't move! Not a limb! ...I wake.