My eyes, they grow heavy,
heavy again after promising myself they'd stay so light.
My breath, it fades,
fades back into the steady motion it had prior escaped.
The light flickers. Against the darkness it holds my lazy gaze.
I watch it as it dances across my wall and finally disappears.
I watch it. Then I am gone.
Returning to where from once I had been so crudely ripped.
For a moment I am well and that moment lasts seemingly forever as neither of time nor reality am I aware.
For that moment I see only good and the good sees me.
We share an embrace as we look back fondly on the rare times we have had together.
Then a figure.
It hovers above me and casts me a smile.
I smile back out of politeness but soon the smile seems misguided.
It's eyes stare straight through me.
My eyes try their best to compete but are challenged by their regained weight.
The light continues it's dance around me but I am distracted by the stare, by the smile.
It comes in closer, for a better view I assume, and as our eyes meet I realise it's true intentions.
"We are not friends," it tells me.
"We are not foe, but for as long as you may slumber I will linger here so."
It causes me unrest, it causes me sweat.
In the panic I forget where I am, what I am.
Am I here or is this somewhere else where it has placed my troubled mind?
It shakes me, it breaks me, away from my embrace with the good it takes me.
It offers me hope. It offers me calm.
I cannot trust it despite my wish to make it my own.
My wish to embody it.
My wish to be at one with it.
The cards hidden behind his shadowed back tell of a different tale to that which it presents.
I try my best to understand his demands.
He tries his best to make them harder still to understand and with that we strike a mutual agreement, the details of which neither are sure.
My eyes, they grow heavy.
But still there he waits.
My breath fades.
The light disappears.