“Attack”

     The light; was it aimed at me? A laser scope, it must be. I think my eyes are open; not sure, not sure, am sure. Are they? Scream “esus”, so muffled. Lips trembling; scream “jesus”. I try, but I can’t. Try harder “jesus…jesusss, Jesus”; barley audible a torn whisper drowned in my throat. The light is pointing, pointing right at me. Can’t move my head, my arms; foot twitches. The green light on the weapon is aligning with the red one on the scope. When it does the weapon will discharge. Silent “NO!” I’m sleeping; I’m dreaming with eyes’ open.   Can’t focus, the lights are aligning. Are my eyes’ open? My mouth moving in a pantomime of terror I try to claw at the dark yet lay frozen in fight. I’m sleeping. I’m dreaming. I must wake. Are my eyes’ fluttering under cracked lids? Am I speaking…yelling…screaming? “jjjesus” a stuttering croak; “Jesus” an escaped word from the darkness. “JESUS” I SCREAM!!

     I’m awake. It was a dream. The red light is still there… on my DVD player; so is the green one on my T.V. How would they align? My vision still swims. Heart is pounding. The fright slowly bounces around my small room chasing the echo of my fading scream. I sit up trying to shake my nightmare, yet it clings like remnants of reflection in a broken mirror. I sit up and open the door at the foot of my bed. The cool night washes over my bed calming me like a lover’s gentle touch. I sit with elbows on knees cradling my head in my hands. I’m tired. Nightmares every night for over a week; I’m furious now. I lift my head and yell “GET OUT OF MY HEAD” into the soft gentle quiet night.

 

THOR