Sweater Weather
09-16-2014, 10:11 PM
The nightmares of gold always struck her, it seemed at least every other night if not every. It was always swirls, and sometimes eyes that were always deceiving. She also felt the most comfortable in them, she was in love with those eyes if she even knew what love was. But they always turned evil without changing. They made her hurt, they made her scream, and that was normally when she woke almost in tears from the dreams. Tonight she came to that point, quietly whining like always but never too loud. And she found her way out side, just out the mouth of her royal den, and she sat not wanting to go too far under this much sleep. "Baby please, come back to sleep." Charon very sweetly spoke inside her head. She could always tell when he wasn't visible, when he was only a voice. But she still believed he was real. "All will be well, it's whats best for you." His own twisted mind would only try to hurt her, try to turn her; but he was so easy, so nice, so gentle. "Just close your pretty little eyes." She slipped into sleep, lopsided over the side of the den only to dream of those dreadful eyes once again. But she never wanted to wake from that feeling of love. It felt too good to her. She bolted from her slouched position only this time to wake up in a bucket of tears. And although she didn't know this, she couldn't tell if she cried because she was scared, or if she wanted to know the feeling before the fear. She didn't know if she cried for that love. |