Parasomnia

Parasomnia

by Emily DeGennaro

Nightmares prefer to grow in harsh environments. They flourished around you. Evil things, they became so frequent, they started creeping into reality. Your world is chaos but there isn't a reason to care.

A heavy knock on a front door. Ducking inside eye to eye, they look more like a hallucination than a reason. They claimed they were a dream and without question you find yourself unconsciously sinking into them. Bodies intertwined, you feel delusional when they kiss up and down your face.

Dreams began to rock you to sleep every night after your head hits pillows. Their suffocating feeling cocooned you even after they would kiss you goodbye. The only way to make your head stop spinning is to replay over and over the way they made your cheeks tingle. Overthinking smells, colors, shapes. You try to hold on so desperately your fingers start to burn and your eyes begin to water.

You hoped for this dream to never end.

But it was foolish of you to not see what this dream truly was. A nightmare in disguise, waiting to combust.

How could you ever think the nightmares would ever let you win?

How could you not see, that you are the nightmare?