Sunday, May 5, 2013

100 Words a Day 259

He awoke sweating. His heart was pounding in his ears. He peered into the darkness, futilely attempting to penetrate it with his weak eyes.

Eventually, his heartbeat quieted enough for him to listen to the blackness. At first he heard nothing, and then there was a whisper in the darkness.

It was a lovely, sibilant sound that carried the promise of dreams. All he had to do was walk into the night and receive. Quickly thrusting the urge away, he burrowed back into his bedroll and tried to sleep.

The whisper continued, offering the keys a garden of earthly delights.

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