I sank slowly into the sand below the sleepy stars , and it swallowed me in like a free gulp of Humanacolada. It was dark, dense, and sublime Rest slept by my side . I let myself go, melt into the night's leisure.
All of a sudden , the sand spat me out like it just came across a rotting taste of me .I lay still for a while , wondering why i couldnt will myself back into it. I heard a small noise , no, im not sure it was a noise, an instinct maybe of impending trouble. It jolted me slightly out of my reverie and i twisted my head back to see what it was.
It was black, clumps of the trees' fingers rubbing each other in quiet glee.
A yellow light bulb from the shacks behind, shot its rays out into the darkness, accentuating the leaves ,still ,in their conspiratorial silence.What was it , I felt emerge ,a shadow under the low trees, an enemy behind my back, catching me at my weakest?
I looked back, and the yellow bulb rays, flashed into my eyes. I held my hand up to cover its strike into my eyes, when i felt a hand, out of nowhere , catch mine. I saw a whitish shirt as it stood above me, the light still, shining into my eyes. I felt immobile, unable to move, like i had just suffered a paralytic stroke , as he touched my hand. I had no control over my body, my mind screaming at me to attack . He just held my fist , and slowly reached at my bag lying near my head . Slowly, with an agonising , sadistic smirk in his actions , he unzipped my bag. It had both my cameras, money ..but it was not the cameras i was worried about. It was the fact that he violated my possessions without me being able to do anything to him, that scared me , that trembled fear into my mouth. Just as he reached into my bag to take something out , i closed my eyes, and with every stagnant breath, nerve, and ounce of will , i dashed up, yanking my hand out of his with a small scream of challenging violence and turned to face him, this thief of the solemn night who dare force me into paralysis, an anaesthesia of actions.
I faced nothing .
Hurriedly i looked around , in every direction, desperate to pounce on this fiend . All i saw was the still leaves now swaying in the yellow black. A jerky sway . Were they holding back their laughter ? I didnt care. I looked down to my bag. Went through it , each pocket, feeling inside it to check if bag had its organs intact.I sighed.It was all there. A whiff of salty sea breeze tickled the leaves and they all broke into rustles of laughter. There was no inkling of it being a dream, every detail, every form was similar to this reality, the light rays as they shone into my eyes, it was all there, the leaves , the light , my friends sleeping beside me, the stars, the sand. How could i generate such an exact verisimilitude of my actual reality? I shivered in the breeze, scared of my own mind, and the tricks it could play on me.
Myabe it happened . I could not believe this gritty exactnes, maybe he ran away, maybe someone actually tried to rob me and my dream saved me, or there was a time lapse. I do not what it was but as i slipped back into my abode of the slowly opening sand , i felt it was saying something to me, my mind ; the mind that lies below my reality.
The mind that coaxes into a flame, what slips away from the recesses of my conscious mind as just a spark.
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