Dream 2

I recollect I was inside a nightmare. My father came for me.

While I was sleeping on the old couch, everyone left the house. i was alone. Mother and sister gone. Where? I don't know. Why? For how long? Just silence in reply.

I can see myself. I am asleep stretched on the gray couch with silver patterns, the one bought and carried from my first home to the second one. The second one did not feel like home at all to me. It was just a living room and a balcony that became the children's room. The rest of the apartment was the common area for my drunken father and a 89 year old with amnesia and schizophrenia to share.

I know I am helpless in an empty house asleep. I feel it is not good. I watch the door to the two rooms belonging to us open slowly. His face appears and I get sick to my stomach. I don't know what to expect this time. I don't know what to feel--love or fear or pain. I see him approaching the couch. I need to wake up, but it is so quiet. I can't, my brain frozen in the depth of the unconscious. I am peacefully asleep but inside of me everything storms and turns dark. It's almost like I feel a spear piercing my heart and my stomach feels heavy.

My eyes unclasp slowly. I'm only squinting. It's too quiet in the room and there is only a glistening light reflected on the hard wood floor. Did he do something and leave? Is he still here? Is he hidden somewhere? I do not want to open my eyes completely and see him in front of me!

I wake up in the cold.