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Sleepless

Deep Within

By Oscar DuartePublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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Getting sleepy.. very very sleepy

I doze off into sleep...

Before I know it... I’m there..

Outside of the same apartment...

1 set of stairs on each part of the building...

3 sets total..

Too dark to see the color of the building but I’ve been here..

I go up the stairs knowing I’m stuck,

Open the door

There is a dining set to my left..

a long couch to my right, could seat approximately 5 - 8 people...

Everyone stares at me as I walk in..

I start to feel uncomfortable

So I walk out..

I wake up inside my car where I originally fell asleep, I cannot move at all

I scream

Throw things around

But nothing seems to be bothered in this universe

I give up and give into the static and sleep..

I wake up inside the apartment again, angry...

With a point to prove..

I see a puppy on top of the dining table now

Doing back flips, I point it out to everyone but once I look back at the puppy it’s gone,

So I turn to the closest person to me, I try to choke him...

He fades away and I am left with a shotgun..

I look at it from end to end.. pointless

What is my purpose in this apt??

Why do I keep coming here?? Am I being punished? If sooo.. why??

Why am I stuck in limbo every time I fall asleep??

I wake up again in my car, not able to move but I can clearly see everything

I try desperately to wake up...

Seems as if hours have gone by...

But I can see the time

It’s only minutes if not seconds..

I can remember the people’s faces.... the apartment. It’s clear in my mind...

I give into sleep again... again I am in the apt...

I do not know what city, state or country

But I know it’s real

I can feel it, as if somehow I have control... but that does not make sense

I feel lost but at ease at the same time...

I wake up again in my car frustrated...due to the fact that I cannot move

Someone is watching this time...

but I cannot see them, but I know they are....

I give into static and sleep

Once again in this apt but this time it’s empty with someone coming upstairs for me.. I run... slip hit my head and wake up in my car...

This time I am fully awake

Yet I still feel helpless..

What is going on????

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About the Creator

Oscar Duarte

Just another individuals who admires silence

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