Recoil: The Unexpected Surrender of the Mind

I’m conscious- but something’s wrong; I don’t know where I am…

The cold air unleashed a battalion of goosebumps upon my skin, rousing me from my sleep. The ground is hard, I thought- it feels like concrete against my ear. Gradually allowing my mind to process, I sit up, realizing it’s dark- too dark &quiet; no visible windows, no distinguishing sounds.

Suddenly I’m overwhelmed by panic, I’m starting to feel exposed, like, someone’s in here. It was then something overtook me… not quite a feeling, more a tangible entity, like a hand on my shoulder. It’s touching me- hugging me, I’m saved. For a moment I allow my eyes to close, basking in this feeling of protection.

Temporary, like the pain I’ve felt time &time again- the moment of relief returns to terror. Let go, let go, I thought, as it bonded with me. I screamed. I shook. I fought until my energy was spent.

I gave in.

It was then, it chose to reveal itself. Then as my body slumped, as I accepted my fate; did it reveal its face.

It was me: distorted, misshapen; broken.

Dreams are mysterious things. What do you think it means? #00Dreamer

FI: Roberto Kusterle

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