Walking down the road in a little bitty town.

Wandering, hoping, that someone is around.

Ahead is a shadow waving back and forth.

It looks as if it’s greeting whoever comes it’s way,

but it’s really waiting, creating a diversion.

A rock is thrown across, the shadow lost.

Running back to where you left

you find nothing is missing and take

a little breath.

Opening the door to another place

a light shines gleaming from

another place.

Thinking of what it could be.

You walk straight foward,

but now it seems to be

pulling you toward the light

now burning up your skin.

Trying to pull away while it crawls deep within.

You see the shadow coming fast

but you can’t move.

The shadow whispers to you

“The ending is near.”

The words ring in your head

suddenly, you wake up, in your bed.