It was a cold night full of demons... Was it a nightmare? But then I was awake. A waking nightmare then? The demons didn't strangle me. They smiled at me. A scornful smile which pierced through the pores of my skin and poisoned the veins. That is the living memory of a waking nightmare.
The demons haven't gone away. They live with me now. The people don't seem to believe me. The truth is, they hide behind the curtains and under the sheets when it's daylight. At night, they sleep with me under the very sheets of my bed. No, they never touch me... I admit that I've tried to tempt them into it, not once, but severally. But they too, like everyone else, deny my presence... Sometimes though, I can feel their deep breath on my skin, but never their touch.
I.S.
