you know when you think you see something and when you look again its gone ? i do this everynight .
something stands at the end of my bed each night,the figure seems blurred yet i can make out what it is .. the skin is pale almost white ,blood has stained its hair and the rim of its t-shirt ,the hair looks matted , the eyes big and black like they are seeking revenge.
the face describes 1000 words .......
pain, suffering ,empty, lonely .
I feel its breath on me as I sleep ... so cold it feels like a thousand ice cubes on my fragile skin.it doesn't say a word at all .Damien my husband never wakes up in the night . but tonight will be different .
