Woven covers

Closing my eyes shut,
listening to the sound of complete silence, flowing in the dark space surrounding me...
and yet a constant screeching noise,
coming from deep beneath me.
Awakening my body in a wave of panic.
But...my eyes are still shut, tighter than ever, my body still pinned to my woven covers.
I am awake, in my deep and lucid dream, with very little control over my inner self.
Creating the most horrific slideshows of events, igniting the most anguished thoughts I’ve had about myself and the lively things encompassing me.
Creeping up behind me, ever so slightly.
Softer than the tiptoeing footsteps of a mouse on a crackling wooden floor...
Trying to find the closest exit,
without the use of my six senses.
With no way out,until I choose to break free from my own prison cell,trapped by my self made thoughts,like a prisoner and it’s guards.
Slowly regaining control of my body...
From my fingertips to my toes...to my arms to my legs...Than my eyes gradually regaining strength to open,but deep beneath I’m still scared of what lays upon the reality standing before me.
Than I awaken from this hell,that I’ve unwillingly chosen to be interlocked ...regaining the last ounce of strength to separate myself from my hallucinations and the reality around me...than all becomes so clear.Than this icy cold sweat dripping down my temple to my neck,perspiring from my forehead till it starts dripping to the tip of my nose,flowing to my perched dry lips...
the taste of the Red Sea on my tingling palette.All whilst I clenched my woven covers tightly in my trembling clammed hands,than a sigh of relief is exhaled...until next time,my dear.