Nightmare

In all honesty, the word I was looking for was lost to me. All I could come up with was a bunch of garbled noises. My contribution was bleak, I knew it.Expressing myself was taking its toll. It was my breaking point. My brain was straining to cope with my inability to use it. I saw blood. Now my friends seemed to have misjudged me in character! It was that thing in my hand that was doing the trick....

I could hear the whispers above my screams. Indebted to pain and vision obscured, every second consumed me. Time was ticking loud and clear in my head. But was it moving forward? At times I prayed for it to stop, other moments captured prayers to stop me.

And so it went until time lost count and found it's way back in. Breathlessness lost its meaning as quick as the knees found their lost strength. All had ended.I had woken up!