| I was sleeping, comfortably I guess, until I suddenly woke up choking. There was no weight upon me, I only felt I was drowning, gurgling in cool water. Across my darkened room I noticed the door open slowly as a strange young man entered. I did not question his presence, but hoped in desperation that he would see my predicament and help me. But he just stood there at the foot of my bed, staring at me, curious but unresponsive. Couldn’t he see the trouble I was in, hacking and clutching my throat? Transfixed, he was, not stirring a twitch. Would he let me choke to death through his inaction? Perhaps he was unsure of my plight – it was dark, very dark. I raised my hand to bid him closer, bid him move, and as a pared slice of moonlight struck the end of my sleeve, I could see that my hand was covered, dripping with blood – my blood. He saw it, too, his eyes following my scarlet-stained hand as it returned to my throat, now discernibly wet, open. The stranger watched, but still neither advanced nor retreated. Dizziness rose as a cold chill, and my head rolled to the side away from him to see him, the other one holding the knife dripping blood, my blood. He was watching me, too. |
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| Rude Awakening |