I’m finding lots of prompt ideas lately, and as many are limited words or characters, they are quite a challenge to a type gusher like me!
Welcome to February 2
Today’s prompt is: Your worst dream/nightmare/daydream
In unfamiliar surroundings, its presence lures me down into the dark well.
The stone steps disappear into shadow, my footfalls silent as I descend.
Light quickly fades, the air is stifling, fetid, poisoned and thick.
Sweat pours from my body saturating my clothes in fear.
My hair sticks to my scalp and the back of my neck.
But I cannot resist, and continue down into the Belly of Hell.
A voice calls from the depths.
I feel hands reaching out from the walls.
Holding me, trapping me, keeping me from running.
I feel the terror choking me and let forth a pleading wail for mercy.
It is my screams that awaken me.
When I had this dream, it frightened the life out of Hubby as he tried to comfort and reassure me. I awoke shaking like a leaf, everything still vivid.
We talked about it, having no idea what may have triggered it. I haven’t had it, or anything similar, since.