The clock reads 3am. A deep darkness enters the room. I feel it’s weight as it tries to crawl inside my dreams. Once it begins to enter, I’m unable to move. I want to call for help, but it’s chocked my voice. I try to breathe but it’s stolen my breath. I am paralyzed.

As I lay there, frozen, it starts to feed. Drinking up my happy dreams. Replacing them with nightmares. I can’t move a bone in my body but I can open my eyes. I see it’s dark shape hovering over me. Forcing it’s way inside.

Panic kicks in when it disappears.

Where did it go?

Why can’t I move?

I feel so heavy.

As I lay here in this suffering, praying for God to cast it out. I hear it whisper in tongues. Possessing my being. Infecting my soul. How long must this torment linger? When it’s finished, will I be whole?

Finally.

Satisfied with the poison it’s left inside me. The darkness seeps out. I watch it gather to it’s original form. If it had a face, I know it’d be smiling.

Back to hell it goes. Leaving me alone and terrified once more. You’d think over time I would become familiar with the way it destroys me. This isn’t the first time it devoured my dreams and disturbed my sleep.

Until next time, my demon.

I look at the clock. It reads 3:03.