gnarled fingers reach for me, trip me, scratch me. twisting paths, clash into eachother, forming a sort of maze. leaves crunch, leaves whisper, leaves rustle. the figure moves and teleports; i watch for it. it escapes my grasp everytime. its like chasing a rainbow - everytime you think youre near enough, it runs away.
cold sweat drips down my spine as i look around my room. 1, 2, 3, 4. i count. ...