I had a weird dream this morning and it scared me. I wanted to use it as inspiration to write. So I did. Here is a small sample of my own writing. I feel very vulnerable doing this but I want to do it so here it is. Hope you like it.
They were coming. I could feel it in my bones. The atmosphere became oppressive and the room seemed a lot smaller than I remembered. I pretended to be asleep. With my eyes closed, the only indication I had that they were there was the sudden drop in temperature. An eerie feeling washed over me but I couldn’t let them know I was aware. I concentrated hard on my breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Slow and controlled. My skin prickled as I felt a weak breeze around the bed space and I realised they were darting about, searching for something. But Searching for what? Every fibre in my being was on edge but I couldn’t let it show. A steady stream of adrenaline flowed through my veins and although my senses were heightened, I struggled to hear anything past the thumping sound of my own heart beating in my ears. I fought to control the rise and fall of my chest. I don’t think I’d ever been more focused on my breathing at that moment than EVER before in my life. I imagined my breath, a visible white haze carrying all the tension out of me.
Then, I felt them MOVE me. I rolled over and tried to moan authentically as a sleeping soul would when they were being dragged back from the dream world. I leaned into my boyfriend. I was lying in an awkward position with my limbs twisted beneath me. I wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer. When my arm started feeling like it belonged to anyone but me, I moaned and stretched in exaggerated like movements, signalling to Them that I was waking. I decided that I was going to count to three and then finally prise my eyes open. One. Two. Three. I opened my eyes. The room was still and deathly silent. Maybe this was a dream. A nightmare more like.