Sleep World

Sleep.

Oh how it seems to evade me. Running away laughing just as my eyes begin to flutter shut. When my brain has almost shut down, I remember you. Remember one moment that I haven't already analyzed and picked apart. And it jerks me awake. Grabbing a hold of my slender arms and wrenching me out of the dream world. Mind you though I don't dream so much any more, they tend to just be nightmares. When I do dream, they are odd. Always images of you, and all of them. Fighting against me, fighting to bury me in the broken sand under our feet. I watch as their pale hands close around yours and they take you away. Leading you to the one place I know I will never get you back from.

  I try to follow. I try to push through the rough ferns and past the fallen trees. I can hear as my feet pound against the wet forest floor, but I never get any closer. The scene stretches out before me, pulling you further away. And then I come to it, the brink, the very edge of my dream world. You remain floating, out in the middle of no where, waiting for something. Something I have yet to understand. But you are there, unharmed and dazed. One day I will jump off the brink, and maybe I will catch myself, maybe I won't. I will try all the same.