Restive Sleep
Fading
Daylight was starting to fade away faster and faster. The days seemed to be trapped in a lingering twilight before night set in. Even the night seemed darker now. Delilah didn’t understand it. What was happening? The night lasted longer than before. Her time with him was growing shorter too. He disappeared before sunrise now, leaving her alone with the shadows. She wanted to hold on to him and make him stay, but she knew that he would still slip through her fingers. The distance to his house kept changing. Sometimes it would be right next door, while other times it felt like she had to run miles to get there.
She didn’t wait until her parents went to bed, something told her they weren’t really there. She couldn’t stay in her house any more. She needed him, now more than ever. She needed the light. As she ran, the ground seemed to be moving beneath her, like a treadmill, preventing her from covering the ground she needed to.
When she reached his porch, the lights were off. She ran to the door, clawing at the doorknob. It jiggled a little, but refused to budge. He wasn’t home. Why wasn’t he home?
Where was he?
She didn’t wait until her parents went to bed, something told her they weren’t really there. She couldn’t stay in her house any more. She needed him, now more than ever. She needed the light. As she ran, the ground seemed to be moving beneath her, like a treadmill, preventing her from covering the ground she needed to.
When she reached his porch, the lights were off. She ran to the door, clawing at the doorknob. It jiggled a little, but refused to budge. He wasn’t home. Why wasn’t he home?
Where was he?