Monday, 4 February 2013

The Sub-Editor - Nightmare

NIGHTMARE


I am awake, but I can't move.

I want to scream, but I can't.

My voice is stuck in my throat.

I see her there, in the corner of the room, surrounded by dust motes or something celestial.

But I am petrified: totally paralysed.

I know she is dead and I think, perhaps, I am too.

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