9.11.04
TRAPPED.
Icy hands reached for him, touched his face, pierced his thin layer of clothes. Michael could do nothing but chant a silent litany to himself.
THEY.
He drifted off into a light doze, aware of the breeze through the window but content to let his thoughts float away. As he sank deeper he felt a small but persistent attention, as if a pair of eyes was staring at him from across the room. Unsettled, he told himself to stop imagining things. But the conviction grew, as did his awareness of a blind spot in his thinking - an area in his head covered by a shadow, as if something or someone stood there watching -
HIM.
his eyes snapped open. He had the sudden, urgent belief he couldn't breathe. He stumbled to the sill and threw the window fully open, drawing in great gulps of air. A dark figure at the corner below smiled at him .
IT.
was his loved one.
ALEXIS.
*by the way. jo chan gave me that name. she likes that name.
and jolene gave me that guy's name. she likes that name.
