The Visitor

Eleven years has already passed. The moon was shining brightly that night. So far but I can still recall.-- I sat down in the window pane,reading my favorite magazine. Then my eyes got tired and laid down myself in bed, Leaving the window open to let the wind passed in. Soon I fall asleep, very deep and dream occured. I was standing in front of the window. The night is high,then an image of a guy appeared in my front. I tried to close the window but I have no strength to moved my hands. I tried to shout,aloud but no one could hear me... And the clock started to rotate in full speed.,, Little by little I grasp a thin air, Im suffocated! I screamed! No voice can filled my room. Then darkness envaded my world... I closed my eyes and told myself,"I was just dreaming." Deep sigh, I prayed and called for His name... And a tiny light came out in a horizon. It's done...I woke up in a horrible nightmare. I opened my eyes and stunned to what I see. The image of a man was right in front of me! He was so near...an incubus watching over me. I was frightened...and stared at him...deep sigh I whispered. "It ain't real...I was just dreaming." I left the bed hotheadedly to lit the room. But the button couldn't switched the light on. I rushed to open the door and escape from the darkness. When I reached the living room and calmed myself a bit. I looked back to my room and the light was already on. There I whispered..."my dream was over." Not yet until he visited my daughter in her dream.