“What’s that?” Harold’s gaze fixed behind me.
“What’s what,” I feigned ignorance.
“That!” He pointed in determination. It rustled behind me, a wave of despair flooded me. I frantically grabbed Harold’s hand.
“Dude! Stop or you’ll wake It!” I yelled in a whisper. I attempted to push down the rising sea of sadness with deep breaths.
“It’s staring at me,” I choked back a sob as Harold’s words echoed in my head. A river of ice crawled up my skin. It was swallowing me whole.
Harold wrapped me in his arms and held me tight, “It’s okay, I’ve got you”.
About the Creator
Rosemary Kash
There’s a world inside my head. A world begging for existence. A world willing to break free from abstract thought and exist in the constructs of the written word.
That world is going to have to be patient.
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