Night Terrors

Suddenly I woke up, frozen and covered in sweat. The dark facade of my dresser screamed at me in a poetic sense of horror. I told myself it was just a dream. But I didn’t believe that. I vaguely made out the green digits to my right, determining the time to be two thirty seven in the morning. Five more hours until I could be free. I slowly let my head back down onto my pillow, cold in fear. I couldn’t go through this again. I can’t. A shudder went down my spine as the air conditioning in my room sputtered out. The loneliness wasn’t a foreign feeling. In fact, I welcomed it. It was the unknown that truly frightened me. And with an uncertain brevity, I forced my eyes shut. Back I would go into the wilderness. Further I would plunge, until I was no more than my mortal hopes and dreams. How I missed having dreams.