It was just for a few second, but I know I saw her.
She was standing, holding someones hand. Except it wasn't someone. It was nothing. She was tightly gripping nothing with her left hand.
Instinct kicked in.
I jumped out of bed, ran outside my door.
But no...I wasn't in the street.
I looked around...the tall men...
they were as black
as ink.
Each had a never ending maze of arms, carrying thousand of faces...
They faces began to fall...each one of a different child...
Was I dreaming?
No...I felt the cool breeze hit my face...I heard heard the mourning of the faces as they each hit the ground...
I took a step...
and now...
I'm here.
Hmm.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to presume the freaked out colours were not on purpose. Which means you seem to be in a bit of bother.
Doing involuntary things such as this is usually a sign of mental manipulation, a concept often associated with These Things.