Indulging in imaginary delight,
Looking around, drinking in the delicate features,
The surreal quality, the air of a place rising out of a
Dream long forgotten, of a place where fantasy spilled
Over into reality. The moon's lonely face
Rose from the depths of the cold abyss.
Moonlight trickled from the bleeding sky and
Played on the windowsill, dancing.
She looked around yet again. The shadows of the night
Took their form. Hollow laughter echoed through the room
And she lay there wondering how the dream turned
Into the nightmare as the shadows converged upon her
Drowning her in a deluge of black light
And quick as a sudden crack in glass, broke her heart.
She woke up.
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