• With the fastest but ever most gentlest rush, you are back to reality.
    You're not in hell no more, but you can't believe it.
    You shoot your eyes open to see if it's true, "Is it over? Where am I?"
    It hits you, hard.
    You're in reality.
    Relief completely overwhelms your body but your mind continues to stay busy.
    You feel so many emotions at once and you can't believe what just happened.
    Did I really just dream that?
    Tears start to push their way through your eyes and come raining down on your cheek slowly as if someone was caressing them.
    Why must dreams turn out to be so scary? So horrifying?
    Could this possibly be the "dark" side of you?
    Could it be because you deserve what happened in the dream?
    Why must we dream like this at all.
    Why.