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