Clarice’s 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.