Dream

 Dream

Two far aparted spaced red beady eyes impossible for a real creature to be that wide it was only a waking up Dream. When you scare too easy at things you do not understand they laught at you called it only a dream and then sent you back to the place you have been with no answers to help just derision to make all of it worse. The eyes never went away they were always waiting there not hiding at all just there hangging in midair in plane sight to mock all of your courage at night. You walked trembling and shaking to where they were intersecting reached up a scared hand and punched the inbetween the eyes. There was never anything really there. Just surprise at those red little ugly beady eyes. A Spirit you think of the devil and tremble. Perhaps you think reflection but then cover up the window and the eyes steal all the light no where to come from but the place that they are at. Pulse is racing body is sweating out fluids from pores. INsanity lurking for poor dreaming man. Finally Dream died. Eyes no longer came after the boy became the man. Do eye miss the Dream. Do you like being scared. No way. Must have been the child in me just scared of the dark. Must have been the lack of any sleep laying in the dark. The way a Lemming is drawn to the edge of precipiece. One by Lemming one they fall. Too dark they go. Two red and beady Lemming eyes was what eye saw in Dream. Perhaps. Perhaps the Dream was them. One bye Lemming one in Dream. Committing Suciding Lemming. His little read beady eyes was mine. Dream.