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Wrong Place at the Almost Right Time
I had that dream again.
That inhumane dream.
It’s of him. That man, that strange man. I don’t know who he is or what he is. He is always leaning over me while I’m in bed. It always reminds me of Béla Lugosi in Dracula. He always tells me to rest and not to fear. But I can’t help it but fear. I don’t know who he is.
He is dressed in clothing that dates back to the forties. Again, reminding me of Béla. It’s such a simple suit. He has a bowler hat, a dingy black one. It seems so worn out. His coat is made out of thick wool. He’s been so close I could describe the woven detail.
He always smiles down at me and brushes the hair away from my face. His fingers are protected, protected by thin silk like white gloves. They graze my cheeks as soft as a flower’s petals.
He never threatens me but I fear him.
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That inhumane dream.
It’s of him. That man, that strange man. I don’t know who he is or what he is. He is always leaning over me while I’m in bed. It always reminds me of Béla Lugosi in Dracula. He always tells me to rest and not to fear. But I can’t help it but fear. I don’t know who he is.
He is dressed in clothing that dates back to the forties. Again, reminding me of Béla. It’s such a simple suit. He has a bowler hat, a dingy black one. It seems so worn out. His coat is made out of thick wool. He’s been so close I could describe the woven detail.
He always smiles down at me and brushes the hair away from my face. His fingers are protected, protected by thin silk like white gloves. They graze my cheeks as soft as a flower’s petals.
He never threatens me but I fear him.
One shot request for: BdenUrielover86(Quizilla)