My eyes shot open.
The room was dark. The air was still and cold. I felt the silence of my apartment circle around me as I grew more aware of my surroundings. I sat up in bed slowly and leaned on the wall behind me. My hands remained still at my sides, clutching my blanket.
I looked around at my room which was pitch black dark. As my eyes began to adjust, I could see my desk and my dresser on the other side of my room. I looked at my closet which was on my right, the door partly open. The darkness from within the closet refused to register. It felt draining and filled me with anxiety. It felt as though the darkness would swallow me whole, should I approach it. However, I didn't need to. It seeped out of the closet, growing and coming for me. It wrapped me with its suffocating evil, slowly draining everything inside of me. I couldn't speak, breathe, or scream. It held me and it didn't let me go.
My eyes shot open again.
I was still lying in my bed. The darkness was less intense, showing a kind of light that was a sign that sunrise was on the way. I immediately tore my blankets off and ran towards my closet. I slammed the door shut and let out a sigh of relief. I dragged myself back over to my bed and sat down. I pulled my hair out of my face wrapped my arms around myself.
My body was shaking. The painful anxiety wouldn't leave. My breath was short and quick paced.
As I thought about it, I realized I was being irrational and it was just a dream, so there was nothing to fear, right?
