Across the Bittersweet Sleep

He stepped out of the shadows and walked toward me. My eyes scanned the darkness, the impenetrable shadows of the street. The sky suddenly darkened. Time made no sense as I walked and walked. It was seconds passing, but also hours. Maybe it felt like time passed so hardly because the road looked the same no matter how far I went. I started to worry that I was traveling in a circle, a very small circle at that, but I kept going. How much was it until I was going to find a person or a place were I could be safe?

For a moment, I paused without thinking and as I looked over my shoulder to glare at the angry clouds, I realized that he was walking quietly like twenty meters behind me. As it grew darker and darker, I fell once. I did not look back as I got up, too afraid of seeing him getting closer. And after a while, relief came across my face. I could see a house was there. I was absolutely sure I knew it, but I just couldn’t remember were from. But that was the last thing it mattered. Would I really be able to get there before he’ll get me? I started running as fast as I could to reach the door, to feel the handle touching my hands.

And when I finally entered the house, I was shocked. He was just there, a few feet away from me, arms folded, looking at me with a big grin. It was in that instant when I realized that this isn’t going to stop EVER!