For a short while I see the old house as it was. Freshly painted walls, swing seat on the veranda, the old tyre hanging from the oak tree. But it’s soon swallowed by time, the mist rolling back. It’s older now, a sold sign swings from the porch. I stand in the passage, dust motes dancing at the bottom of the stairs. I remember you standing there with a hole in your t-shirt. I stick my finger in it and tickle your tummy. I can’t help but cry, this house soon becoming just a hole where we once lived.
You were in my dream last night. I awoke with a smile on my face, so there was no doubt it was you.
I can’t recall the last time I saw you, face to face. I’ve tried and I’ve tried but it’s beyond my reach. So it must have been a long time ago. I can’t even remember the last time I thought of you, the last time I remembered a memory of you. I had almost forgotten you and what you meant to me. But as morning turns to day turns to night, I desperately grasp at that dream.
The thudding noise of Clarice’s dreams had entered the real world. It was no longer a sign that he was coming, but a sign that he was already here. His dark shadow now loomed in the corner of the room, growing with each snatched glance she dare take it eclipsed the real world. His shape became indefinable as it swallowed her safe place, forever tainting it with his suffocating presence. Clarice remained frozen as he loomed over her, feeling a chill like an icy burn as he weighted her down. He was here and he wasn’t leaving without her.
Time stretched out, an eternity to be endured. The harshest winter held them in its grip, having crept upon them without warning. It was an insufferable shock when it set in; a deep chill that could not be shaken, taking a hold in a way only nightmares do. Yet they knew from this they could not wake. They trembled in their own skin, unable to escape the torment as the icy cold embrace settled in their very bones. Hearts began to freeze, an anchor pulling them under into an inescapable existence; an eternal wintertime enslaving them.
The beast howled at the door, a wooden barricade no match for the frenzy it threw from its parted lips. They shrank to the farthest corner, huddling from the nightmare into the arms of each other. The night drew on, seemingly unending under the torment of the thing outside. As a shriek broke from the house, just as they could take no more, silence fell. But the beast remained. A monster lurking in the darkness of the shadows, disguised by the unlit space. Only its breathing betrayed it. Sharp shallow intakes, a staccato song; a lullaby of nightmares.
The warmth of the evening ebbed away, the flowers dipping their heads as sleep overcame them. The trees fell silent, their whispered leaves still and calm. A darkness slowly descended; the cosy comfort of night wrapping the world in sweet slumber. The night enveloped the world in a cocoon of sweet dreams, safe from the stuff of nightmares. Occasionally, a gentle breeze stirred, tenderly caressing the earth and kissing all that it touched. With the dawning of daybreak, the world will rise from its rest with the sweetest of smiles, the day welcoming the soft babble of leaves once more.
The lights danced above them, transforming the night. They stood transfixed by the display as the colours changed. They could almost hear the music to which they moved, a low hum between the ears. In that moment, there was nothing else.
Crowds gathered as the disc descended, blocking the night sky. The world existed then in a no man’s land which the lights would claim as its own.
The music’s low hum grew, reverberating in their bones. Yet they barely noticed it as the lights began to strobe, shooting out in beams to the ground. One by one they disappeared.