Wake Up, It's Only A Nightmare

 In the early hours of the morning. I found myself voiceless. Its not a
dream, It's a nightmare. As i lay comfortably on my bed. I suddenly
felt the need to turn. I was puzzled with the fact that I couldn't
manage a simple task as easy as turning to the side. The question
arise. Why can't I turn with my own strength? Why can't I turn with
the will of my power? I 'm trying to wake up. I lost control of my
back. I can't get up. Something is resting on my back. Why is
something resting on my back? Why can't I move?

While I struggle with the sadness of my nightmare. I lay awake
thinking about it. I can't wake up. Why can't I wake up? I opened my
eyes to look over my shoulder. I could see something on my back. I
could feel it breath over my shoulder and I could feel it pressing my
back against my bed. I screamed for assistance, I yelled for help, and I
cried for a saviour. Finally a friendly mind heard my call, a friendly
heart tried to get me on my feet and a friendly smile offered
assistance.

Even with that much help i could still feel something on my back. I
could still hear the sound of a soft breath over my shoulder and I
could still see something over my shoulder. Why am I the only one who
sees it? Why am I the only one who feels it? And why is it still on my
back while everyone is watching?

They all asked; what's wrong, why are you screaming voiceless in the
early hours of the morning? My answer remains the same, why can't i
wake up? It's only a nightmare.