Even if they play the dreams backwards, you still awake the same. The journey loses a little something when you never arrive. Slabs of metal, chunks of stone, green fields where harrowing favors are grown-- all these myths are skinned and eaten right before you. Everything that lasts bites back.
You awake when the fiends are upon you. You awake with teeth slicing through your flesh. The nightmares linger in the hot dark room, no one to call, no light to entreat. Your breath and your sweat and your loitering demons, the ache of your flesh mingling with the feeling of created terror. Find your feet, find the light. Find some distraction, some artifice to find a little ease. Set your mind upon some gentle words. Trick yourself with any believable lie.
Watch the moths battling the porch-lights. Watch the mosquito as it leans towards your glistening skin. The light from the television, the air from the fan. Watch the spider on the ceiling as it goes about its work. Slow limbs and the shine of fresh spun silk. Let the cool air cycle through you, the glow of stolen light sink through your being. Relax and let the next wave set upon you. Relax and shed this peaceful flesh.
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