Wake Up

I awake.  There is someone at the foot of my bed.  A dark form with indistinguishable features.  Although I can’t make out its face I can feel it staring at me.  I’m paralyzed with fear as though its empty gaze is a set of headlights and I’m a deer caught in them.  I can only stare back, hoping that it makes its exit and leaves me be.

I awake.  It was a dream.  Or a nightmare, rather.  I arise from my bed and get set for the day.  Shower, shave, brush my teeth.  The same thing everyday.  The routine eats at me every morning while I walk through it.  In the bathroom I look at myself in the mirror.  I could use a haircut.  A real one from a barber, not retrieving the clippers from under the sink and giving my head the once over.  I think I deserve it.  I spit water mixed with toothpaste into the sink and when I look up, it’s back.  Over my right shoulder.  Or is it my left?  I can’t think.  My brain has ceased producing any semblance of thought.  I’m paralyzed once again.

I awake.  Another dream (or nightmare).  This has happened before and it’s never pleasant.  False awakenings have plagued me for years now, though they’ve never been as real as this morning.  I push it from my mind as I have before and alight from my bed.  This time my morning routine goes without interruption.  No dark figure staring daggers (I’m assuming) at me.  I make it to school in good time and park in the east lot.  I check my rearview mirror as I back into the space.  It’s back.  This time it has a reddish glow, giving it an even scarier form.  It points at the back of my head.

I don’t awake.

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