I moaned as I opened my eyes slowly. Another day had begun. I remained there, on my bed, lying. The air- still. The time- endless. The curtains- closed.The room- dark. The presence- the presence- as if it was still there. A voice lingered in my head. Who...- I paused- was that?. The silhouette flashed through my mind. A... mask? ... was it?... a mask?. The sound of a knife being grabbed. The voice so... so... cold, so... eerie. The presence... so strong. The air- so grim. Then it had gotten stronger- the presence- it said... no, it whispered, in a low and terrifying whisper... "Tiiime". Said in such a way that it could transform any bright, clear and encouraging atmosphere into a gray, dark and eerie one, just the way a fog does. It was said in such a way that it could seize time itself in its tracks. As if a ripple of darkness was formed from the source and headed outward changing the happiest creatures to the saddest, the most enthusiastic to the most apathetic, the ripple that can change everything and anything, from the most positive to the most negative. Transforming a vivid portrait with butterflies and ladybugs, birds and squirrels, dogs and cats and a lake into a horrific portrait with butterflies and ladybugs, and birds and squirrels, dogs and cats and a lake except stopped in their tracks, deprived from shades of color to shades of gray. The lake- of darkness. The creatures- of doom. Even though... it was already dark, eerie, grim, and gray at the time the voice spoke... and the voice lingered in my mind... I hated it and feared it at the same time. "Tiiime" it kept whispering. "Tiiime".Quote:
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What did it mean?, I wondered as I stayed there, unmoving, on my bed. What did it mean?. Appalled by the dream I could not stop thinking, who was that?. Yet, I could also not stop thinking of something else. Something was wrong. It meant nothing, I told myself, it was just a silly dream. So I went from lying to sitting, from sitting to standing and from standing to walking and headed towards the kitchen, ignoring my habit of checking the alarm clock and looking out the window. As I headed towards the kitchen I could not stop thinking. What is it? I thought. I grabbed a glass and filled it with water. Cold, clear water. As I grabbed it, getting ready to drink it, I thought I saw something on the glass's surface, but drank it without hesitation.
Once finished I set it down and started heading back to bed. The air felt so familiar- or rather recent. "Tiiime" the voice whispered. The moment so familiar. Then I passed by the mirror, where I realized what was wrong. To my suprise it was there, right there... in place of my reflection. The only thing that stood out in all that grim air- that grim atmosphere. The mask- a skeleton. "Tiiime", It whispered. I couldn't move, I was petrified by it's look. It's red eyes... which was no more than red rings, until the purple, skinny veins branched it's way to the rings. "Tiiime, Tiiime", it moaned. It slowly stook its hands out the mirror and grabbed its edge, and as it crawled out, I finally moved and paced backwards. My heartbeat racing. It slowly moved towards me in it's cloak, and then there was the sound of a knife being grabbed, a scythe taken out. I looked at it's mask... except it wasn't a mask. As soon as I realized it I turned around and ran for a while. I was too slow, and it was too late, it floated in front of me. It stared, with it's red rings and purple veins, into my eyes. Then slowly the purple veins grew red, and redder and redder, it just kept happening until a bright red I had never seen before was created. To my suprise, my eyes, they did the same. It brought up it scythe.
"Tiiime"... the final whisper.
My life flashed before my eyes.
I jumped out of bed startled. "Ack! No!", I said aloud with my eyes as open as a cat's whose eyes were just shone with a flash light. I quickly covered my mouth with my hand. Don't want to wake anyone up, I thought. I remembered the dream. My chest rapidly moving up and down. The red eyes which turned to blood. I looked at the alarm clock, a second passed and it was 4:00 A.M. Moonlight streaming through the gaps of the curtains, and colliding into the solid wall opposite from the window. No longer was the air blue. No longer was the air cold. Yet somehow the atmosphere felt the same- cold, eerie, grim, and blue. I moved from a lying position to a sitting position, and stared at the wall. A familiar shadow formed. Then, one by one, gap by gap, an apparition temporarily blocked the moonlight from behind, causing an unfamiliar shadow. A chill ran through my spine. A thump in the chest grew faster. I stood up reluctantly, bracing myself of the things to come.
I shivered my way to the curtains, avoiding the mirror, and then, without coordination, opened them. The red eyes which turned into blood. The whisper, deliverer of the chill. It all came back. The scythe. The mirror. The reflection in the glass. The skeleton. The cloak. The moonlight streamed in. A neighborhood appeared before my eyes. The moon, trees, and houses. The flapping of the wings of a bird. I got to get some sleep, I thought to myself with a sigh of relief. Then all of the sudden, on the contrary to what I thought, I looked at the moon. My eyes turning big and round admiring it's figure, like a child gazing at candy covered in chocolate. A tree or a bush beside each house, each with flowers which the moonlight made silver or sapphire. Leaves of emerald hanging from the trees like as if from a chandelier, the sea of glossy green grass, and the crystaline puddles that were in the day before created by rain. The stars hung from the sky like from a diamond necklace without it's string. The only 2 clouds made of ivory. The scene somehow reminded me of a reflection in still water, with it's shining qualities and it's clear appearance, and with just watching it my troubles were sent to oblivion, just as they always are each day. With that I returned to my bed passing by the mirror only with a small chill, yet smiling, with that feeling of peace deep inside me, and thus I went to sleep.
