The darkness assaulted my eyes like some unexpected visitor. Despite my protest, I arose, sleep clinging to my eyes like some sort of leech.
I love you
Sounds of bursting pipes filled the tunnel with ear piercing cries of hot steel. The smell of burning invaded my nostrils and smoke puffed in a cloud and wisped upwards to form a mushroom on the ceiling.
The moon held a heavy aura with it, looming over the forest like a sentinel, judging, high and mighty, in the clouds. I thought it was strange, the moon generally gives me solace, but rather I felt lost.
‘Stay awake’ I repeated in my head continuously.
I must make another coffee, or at least an energy drink. Christ, even caffeine tablets will do. I just need to stay awake. I can’t move either, I can’t let it out of my sight.
The light creeped over the horizon, threatening the tranquil night-time that held its presence throughout the cold night. A singular ray of light gleamed in through the window, warming my cheek.
Bridge to Nowhere
The waves lapped against the metal supports underneath the bridge; echoing a crisp sound which reverberated against the horizon. Rust had infected the bridge, like a plague spreading throughout a host. It had a strange beautiful aesthetic to it.
I awoke, surroundings of green invigorated me. A nearby bird broke the momentary silence around, fluttering from its nest above.
A nearby waterfall had caught my attention as I descended down the long path. A soft gushing sounded as the waterfalls current grew stronger.
The night stirred, the heat rising; making air scarce and harsh. I occasionally breathed, as if it a chore, and I a restless labourer.
I lay awake for hours on end, staring in the blackness. Something did not feel right.
Kiss of Death
My eyes opened, pushing past the barriers of sleep. Glassy eyed, I lay awake; eyes focusing on the darkness which consumed my room.
A pinnacle of light seeped in through an arch in the curtains, creating a shard-like silhouette on my carpet. I began to move, trying to shake off my tired state.
I am prone to sleepwalking, always have been from a young age. I have this gift, a talent almost to recollect exactly where I went when I was in this comatose state, what I did and how I get there.