Margaret Renteria
Stories (9/0)
The Inner me
My favorite time is just in the moments before waking. There, we hover, in limbo. There is no worry, no pain, no fear, no regret, no guilt...just utter peace. in the moments following is my most dreaded time. Just as the dawn slowly breaks and the world hoes from a blanket of darness to utter light, so too my conceousness goes from peace to one of utter dread. At first the warmth of sleep and the bliss of oblivian is prelaces with the realization of what awits me, what sleep has given me a brief repreive from. The demon. Some have a demon that lives just outside their reach, that they, if they move swift enough, can outrun. But mine lives within me. Deep inside, burried, in a cassem no one can reach. There it awaits. I had thought it gone, dead, for some time now as tihad become so quiet, so still. Not even a rumble, a soft growl, to let me know it was still there. Still waiting, still angry.
By Margaret Renteria2 years ago in Humans