The Dream

“The Dream” i am young. the window in my room is open. the blinds flicker as the summer nights breeze blows in. i open my eyes awakened by the noise. as i peer out into the night a street light fizzles and burns the darkness away. i am now in the street. . . i look to the west down the long gray path. in the distance another light begins to burn. i see movement. i struggle to make out the figure. an old woman approaches from the side. she looks weak. covered in a white gown. it gently flows in the wind as she limps her way to the middle of the road. suddenly she stops. after what seems like minutes she slowly turns. she is off in the distance but i can now make out her features. she has a look of calm on her face. she starts to mumble. i can’t make out what she is saying. her lips continue to move. her face begins to crack with frustration. the veins in her neck bulge and pulse. her eyes widen and blacken. she is off in the distance but her face is so clear. she is screaming into the night air but no sounds are being made. her face shows her strain but no words are heard. and in an instant she is face to face with me. mouth agape. her breath pushing against mine. eyes black and veins shivering. then, i awake from the dream. laying in my bed. i am left wondering. when will i have the dream again…