Nightmare
A short story by Surreal Prince.
The sounds of the night keep me awake. I stay up looking at a shadow that rests in the corner of my room. I listen to the soft sounds that haunt me within, when suddenly
everything is dark and there he is standing in my room. My thoughts fill up with joy
as i can feel is smooth skin brushing against mine. I hold his hand and we frollic in the
grass as if all my worries somehow disappeared. When I get closer to him everything fades away like
a tornado coming to wash away my thoughts of joy. I could hear myself calling his name as he gets farther and farther away from me. This was the worst part of my dream: the nightmare.
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