Remember how when you were a kid, you could scare the bejeezus out of yourself, convince yourself that there were monsters under your bed? That kind of don’t-let-your-hands-or-feet-drop-off-the-side-of-the-bed scared?
Yeah… I can still do that.
I had the weirdest dream last night. Scary in the way that I couldn’t see the “bad guy,” only knew he was there, in the dark. Think being dragged by your leg into a pitch-dark closet by some unseen Thing.
Woke up in total darkness and was almost too skeeved out to find my iPhone so I can turn on its flashlight feature. I couldn’t turn on my bedside lamp, that would wake up the Mister and I’d have to tell him I was afraid of the boogie man.
Forced myself out of bed so I could turn on the en suite bathroom light to drive away some of the blackness of the bedroom. I still pulled my blankets up to my chin and made sure to keep my hands and feet inside the safety of my covers.
I’ve managed to live through my first half-century and can still be unnerved by a nightmare.
I’m sleeping with the lights on tonight, and keeping the closet door closed… maybe locked.
Of all the things you choose in life, you don’t get to choose what your nightmares are. You don’t pick them; they pick you. John Irving
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What to do:
Using “dark” for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied. Include a link in your post back here, and add your story to the Mister Linky list. If you don’t have a blog, you can leave your submission in the comment section, or as a Facebook status post. Remember to keep spreading the love with supportive comments for your fellow Wordsters.