Closed eyes

The light is piercing, even through his tightly clenched eyelids.

Odd. 

Slowly opening his eyes against the glare, he notices the metal bed he is lying on, bathed in the brightness. Invisible bonds adhere him to the bed like a vice.

Panicked, he notices a shadow beside him.  A dark form, a sliver of metal descending towards him…

He jolts awake. 

A dream, just a dream.

Stumbling to the bathroom he splashes his face with icy water, washing away the remnants of the nightmare.

And, unknowingly, washing away the tiny dot of blood glistening in the centre of his forehead.

Written by Alanah Andrews

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