Sleep

She woke up. It was long before dawn. Tears in her eyes again and her heart was beating franticly. And it was not even morning... she felt the anguish settling in... and again all she could do was show it the way to her heart and leave it there.

He was sitting in the corner opposite her bed and was watching her. He wanted to lie next to her and to hold her, do heal the hurt behind her eyes and in her soul, but she wouldn't see him... she never saw him except when they met in her dreams.
"Hurry up, don't fall behind, fight! Don't fall behind and let them take control of you! You need to heal the hurt behind your eyes and chase away those fickle words out of your mind... fight..."

She was laing and staring at the ceiling above her. Thinking... and crying. Pain...
She felt sleep creeping in and surrendered.

He made a step forward and the light from the street lamp fell on him through the window. Another one, and another, and another, until he reached her bed. He put his hand in her hand and looked at her face - serene, almost happy. If, at that moment, someone could have peered into the room he would have said that a strange shadow was over her and nothing more.
"Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in like waves of sweet fire you're safe within... sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in and carry you over to a new morning... sleep..."

Fire... a big wall of fire surrounded her. But she was not afraid of it, she felt sweet intoxication of the glow of the flames.
Nightmares jumped against her, smiling wickedly, but when they reached the flames they were gone with screams. Then she heard someone's voice whispering "Sleep, sugar...". She looked around and saw him - he was her friend, but they met from time to time and just in her dreams. He was standing on the other side of the fire-wall and the heated air was twisting his image. She reached out for him. He stepped through the flames and was right next to her.
"Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in like waves of sweet fire you're safe within..."

They found her body the next morning in bed - her face serene, her hand as if holding someone else's hand and a strange shadow on the wall behind her.

”Day after day, fickle visions - messing with your head…
Fickle, vicious!
Sleeping in your bed, messing with your head - fickle visions…
Fickle, vicious!...

Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in - like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within…
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in and carry you over to a new morning…”

Sleep
Poets Of The Fall

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14.02.2008