Restless Sleep (Turtle?)


His sleep was restless, and he kept turning in search for that comfortable position that never came.

Half awake, his mind was blank with no dreams of any kind to settle him down.

It came to the point sleep wasn't being kind to him, and he was best to be awake.

Upon opening his eyes on the doorway, the turtle froze in a dreadful fright, witnessing the dark figure that should not be, hovering beside his light switch.

The thin formless creature, bidding him no acknowledgement of his presence, played with the switch that didn't turn on the light.

It wasn't till he gasped that this thing caught on that he was awake and watching it in the still darkness of his room.

Its form shifted in the shadows before him while its ghastly head turned towards him.

Instantly his body trembled in fear of this thing, he had no clue what it was.

In his terrified state, he turned towards his mate in a plea for help. As he could see him lying there in his own slumber beside him.

Calling the mate's name that came out as a gust of air, the thing not threatened by his determination to seek for aid, slowly approached him.

He could feel the daunting weight of the fiend pressing down onto his firm bed, while it started to crawl across his sheets lurking towards him.

In his mind's eye, its hollow eyes of one's nightmare stared at him in lust for his soul.

The creature's mouth open wide that revealed the abyss was ready to devour him with one swallow.

He panicked, screaming in his head to retreat from this horrifying nightmare.

His body limp and frozen in time itself wouldn't allow him to flee, nor admit him permission to get his mate's attention.

The thing came closer and closer! Its body deformed and reeked of death, and darkness wanted him, hungered for his soul.

By now, his body was trembling violently, as he tried to change his fate.

Behind him now, he could feel it hovering over him, taunting him; he was its and no one could help him.

Engulfed in pure horror, the turtle strained out his mate's name, which sounded like some monster in a horror movie calling the main character's name as it hunted him down.

The name so vivid in his mind came out stretched and deformed, that even surprised the turtle as he realized how hard he was trying and nothing was working in his favor.

So close the creature was, and it breathed down his neck, ready to claim him and touch his head…

Then suddenly everything became calm as he lay there not in fear, not in his previous, terrified state brought upon after some nightmare… No… He felt depressed instead as he reluctantly opened his eyes, staring at the empty side of the bed where if he still had a mate, would have been…

The reality thick and depressing took root over the nightmarish horror he just went through.

The emptiness of his bed made him now see the unmistakable truth.

Sadly, in normal circumstances, he would be completely terrified being there in the dark, even with the mate beside him. However, this time it was the opposite.

He was empty and hollow inside, for now he knew there was no one to be there when the nightmares come for him... No one to talk to about it and find comfort in by snuggling into their warm body for reassurance he was safe…

The turtle's true nightmare and reality were that he… was all alone…