Hand

I awoke— Dripping with sweat— Soon I realized I was lying in my bed.

Allergy season. I always hated it.

I forgot to take my pills that night so I couldn't breathe. At Least I didn't get that thing where you wake up and your still dreaming. Happened to my last weekend. Saw a man in a red flannel. Spooky.

I sat there for what felt like an hour. Trying to get up. Get awake. Get alive.

I heard some creepy noises but just blew them off as nature being a douche.

"1... 2... 3!" I shot up. My head ache. Nose red and stuffed up.

I sat on my bed admiring the moonlight.

Let's grip each other while the moonlight stalks us.

Something I thought of the day before— Maybe a poem would suit.

I got up and as I took that first step

I felt a hand grab hold of my leg and begin to pull.