10:30 “If you are real, show me a sign. I don’t believe you are. If you are up there, do what you must to change my mind.” 11:30… I can’t sleep. I can’t think. 12:30… I have school tomorrow. 1:30… Something is wrong. 2:30… I watch the clock. 3:30… it’s bright red glow. 4:30…. It’s all I know. 5:30… It watches me. 6:30… It pulls me close. 6:59… my skin is burning. 6:60… I start to worry. 6:61… my heart is heavy. 6:62… my mind is splitting. 6:63… I think I’m sinking. 6:64… I’m hardly breathing. 6:65… my soul is broken. 6:66… the clock is frozen. It’s then I notice, the yellow eyes, within the closet. It stares at me. I feel each second, shifting to eternity. Our eyes were locked. For years on end. His wicked gaze, it ate my skin. I looked away, and saw a day. Sword in hand. I charged ahead, Wings above land. To the undead. Angels at my back. Leading them to war. The armies of hell collided with my shining sword. I awoke. Was it a dream? It couldn’t be. It was too real. He didn’t show Himself. He just made Hell reveal. (A poetic form of an actual journal entry of mine. True story. I was 15. It wasn’t a dream. I’ve only shared this with two people. Now I guess it’s time to share it with everyone else. I watched that clock. I watched those eyes. I felt the weight of eternity. It’s indescribable. I stared into those yellow eyes for lifetimes - trapped in them. Sitting up in my bed. I prayed a dangerous prayer. And it was answered. To say I was afraid would be a gross understatement. There were other happenings - I won’t go into them. It was… a very long ‘night’. After that, I didn’t end up believing in God for another 6 years. Talk about stubborn! This is something that haunts me in several ways. Anyway, sleep well, friends! Don’t let that clock get out of time. It’s terrible!)