Gripped by this creeping fear that somethings’s watching me, I try to wake myself up. But slumber clings to me like early-morning mist to the ground. I’m trapped, neither awake nor asleep, in a room filled with eyes.

It must be a dream within a dream, like in that movie I didn’t understand. Once the dream dream is over, I’ll wake up alone and the sun will be out. Calmed by the thought, I close my eyes to get it over with.

I’ve almost drifted off when the sound of hundreds of eyes blinking reels me back into the trap.

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Written for the Luminous Creatures Press Summer of Super Short Stories, week five.