And then there was nothing. For the longest time. Only silence and the darkness. And just when that silence and darkness came to be familiar and comfortable, they too were gone.
I wasn't alone. I knew I wasn't. It was like that feeling you get when you come out of a deep sleep and you haven't opened your eyes yet, but you know there is someone standing over you, looking at you. It was like that.
Maybe I'd met them before. Maybe I knew them. Maybe they were coming back to meet me and were trying in some way to reach out and help me. They weren't human, I knew that. But they had presence, a demanding and familiar presence.
I had had experiences with spirits before. But nothing this intense, nothing this real. Nothing this overwhelming. But I wasn't frightened, more humbled and paralyzed. Subdued and frozen.
If only my mind would take over and jerk my body awake.
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