A Dream
I awoke a few nights back, it was hours before sunrise. I found myself in my home, twisted by the darkness, and nigh unrecognizable. I could have turned on the lights, but I felt I could see well enough in the darkness. I heard noises in my house. I went to look about. I feared that someone had broken in, so I stepped out of my room, and into my kitchen, to get something to protect myself with. Soon thereafter, armed with a knife, I stepped out, and looked about. I searched everywhere. The livingroom, the bathroom, the hall, and yet I could find nobody there. Yet the noises persisted. In my bedroom, finally, upon my entry, I found her. A lady was perched upon my bed. She looked young, in her twenties, yet she looked wisened beyond her years. I asked her how she got into my room. ”I live here. In your bed.” I asked her her name. ”I am a dream.” I asked her many questions. She told me so many strange things. She said where she came from, anything on...