they were there. the monsters.
one second, they were reaching out, sniffing, growling, drooling, disgustingly starving, searching for something, as if they couldn’t see me.
then, a piercing red stared me in the eyes. it was so radical that my shaking hands felt rapture in sucking the very breath out of my own lungs. but it didn’t last long..
(do not let another touch you, child.)
one second they were lurching, the nest they were gone.
no sound. no fear. no monsters.
and suddenly i know i”m not sleeping.