On-A-Sunday morning… my sleep was kinda torn… people in the streets… making noise… all night long…
not that it was constant… but a few scattered incidents can really take a toll… And then there were the dreams… the bad ones that cause an interruption to the sleep…
me-shouting-muffled-cries… the awaking with a start…
that same dream… the cellar door opens on its own… and something is coming-coming-coming… not that i ever see what it is… but the anticipation makes me quake… and ultimatley wake… and I shout out and i shake –
How many times did that happen last night? 2? 3?… Once is enough for me… What’s it about? Can’t say…
but it signifies to me — something unkown emerging from my own depths… something that is scary because it’s not in keeping with the norm… and may cause un-comfort… and maybe fear…
But maybe it’s just such a large monster— it won’t fit under the bed…
