The dream /part 1/

24 май 2006, 13:16 Публикувано в Литература | 2 коментара , 871 прочита
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It was a dream I never told anyone about. So completely endangering it was to my mind, that I tried to wipe it out of there, but somewhere deep I sensed it waiting in the darker side of me, like a beast in a cage to burst out and bury whatever was left of me. And it did, in my sleep, hunt me, vivid as I could almost taste it, and nights were filled with horror while days were filled with expectations- waiting for the nights to come.

It changed me. I look into the mirror, the face is same, the eyes have not altered, but their stern penetrating look lacks all the tenderness and softness it once so completely shone over the whole face. It's firm, it's sharp, it's someone elses eyes- looking at me. Pale cheeks, pale lips nervously trembling at one corner, slim- almost transparent figure and eyes dominating over the whole countenance, savagely fixed at the stranger in the mirror.

I shiverred, daggers went through and out of my body. I sharply turned my face away- thus my torture ended, and I hopelessly sank into the bed- I had the dream...

/ to be continued/