Dreams

Trees surround me. The smell of dirt fills my lungs. The cool moonlit air caresses my body. The sound of the nightingales’ soft soothing song cancels out the crickets chirping. The sight of the full moon’s light bearing down on my eyes. Rustling? Is that what I hear? Impossible, this is my own private place. I’ve never told anyone where it is. The song has stopped. Even the crickets have stopped chirping. All I hear is that rustling sound. Indistinct noises have risen into the air. Eyes. Yellowing glowing eyes. Like the sun dispelling the darkness, these eyes have appeared. The sounds have become more distinct, sounding like a deep rumble shaking me off balance.

The sound of padded feet move closer in sync with the movement of those eyes. An outline. Looking like a wolf in form but more like a bear in size. The rumbling continues. Another sound has joined with the other. Straining, forcing my ears to listen harder, and desperately trying to understand this new noise. Then I hear it. Sounding like an offbeat song or poem of some sort. Coordinating with the wolven animal like the most intimate of dancers. Baring fangs gleaming like the purest silver. Pouncing. Gliding toward me slowly entering the light and noticing that it was darker than the new moon.

Landing. Shoving my body to the ground. Claws piercing my skin making blood seep out and stain my shirt. It looks like its smiling. What is this? What is happening? The singing has come closer. I can see eyes. Inhuman blood red eyes. I can faintly see this things face. A smile. A single word uttered. Kill. Fangs, claws. Ripping, tearing, gouging. Blood is running everywhere. Changing the dirt into a bloody mud red. Turning its black coat red. Filling my mouth, strangling me from the inside. Blood for tears. Not able to scream. I can feel it all fading away. Not able to see anything at all. My body has become numb to the excruciating pain. Slipping away until finally, darkness has over taken me.

Shooting up in bed. Sweat drenching my body making my hair stick to my face. Throwing my blanket off. Dragging my feet to the window. Opening it, letting the cool night air soothe my nightmare induced heat. It slowly dawning on me that it was all just a dream. Sighing. Nervous of how real it felt. Looking around, watching the outside night world. Stopping underneath a tree in my yard not believing what I see. Red eyes. Inhuman red eyes slipping away. I heard one other thing before that thing disappeared. Singing.