Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Dream Threads

There is a slight chill in the air. My legs slide out from under the slick sheets. My legs swing over the bed and tap lightly on the floor. They quickly retracted, flinching away from the freezing cold floor. Slowly I set my feet on the ground grimacing as the cold spread throughout my body. The curtains are drawn and there is a small sliver of gray light that pokes through. The clock in my room reads 2:56 am. I look around wondering why I woke up at such an odd time. I walk out of my room scared that something could be out there. The room outside mine is surprising lit by the gray sky. The colors drained from each piece of furniture. It is colder out there than it was in my room. The windows are open, strange. There are white curtains over the windows blowing slowly in the wind. I walk around wondering why I woke up? why was I out here? The bell chimes 3 time. The clock reads 3 and I realize I am no longer alone

1 comment:

  1. I like your word and verb choices in these lines: "Slowly I set my feet on the ground grimacing as the cold spread throughout my body. The curtains are drawn and there is a small sliver of gray light that pokes through."

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