” Nightmare….

Waking up, to a spot of sunlight forcing it’s way through the small crack, between the boards, that line my window to the room, where i sleep.  My mouth parched, lips cracked now.. I stumble on my words, as i reach for my bow, which laid beside me, tucked under the three blankets i used to deter  undead bites, the fabric is fur.. and leather, and a comforter. ” Fuck yeah.. there you are..” oddly nuzzled it, finger traced the lines of the bow, as she rolls over and laid spread eagle, as the sun now beams brightly across the wall, her eyes aloft to the ceiling, a meek little spider runs and hides from the sun, i could care less about spiders, i thought to myself..

Now analyzing the dream i awoke from.. ” Fucking nightmare….” she shook her head and her eyes blink appearing like, she is thinking. Now sitting upright, she pulls her once blonde hair, now Blood stained locks into a bun, with an old rubber band found months ago, since then she has accumulated more than the one, so if it breaks, she could toss it away or use it for something else.. anyway.. ” Where is that fucking book now.. where did i put it..?” now looking everywhere for it, suddenly locating it.. under a table, which was used as a prop, to keep it from moving. Now sitting, opens it.. flipping every page… looking for a free space, frazzled, does not find one, and Slaps that book shut!, and tossed it across the room..” Are you fucking kidding me right now!?” She had to write her dream out on paper.. she just had to, mumbling ” Fucking nightmare…” she gets dressed, and slings her bow around and over her shoulder, Throws the door open, stepping outdoors, hearing the comforting river, and no movement in the bushes.. carries onward to HUNT for a new stupid book,  ” she wriggles and writhes in her small bra…” and a new bra too now!!.. “Come on!” This one song always plays in her head.. now singing it Out Loud as if to draw attention.. but to what? honestly all that is around here is Dead.. or will be. ” HERE I GO AGAIN ON MY OWN…” sings ” Going down the ONLY ROAD ive ever known!!” Like a drifter i was born to walk alone…..” Now into the bush, looking back you can see her small home. quaintly made up..as good as it can be.. surrounded by tree’s and the rushing river, turning now toward the bush.. the deeper she goes the darker it gets… her song fades as the sound travels far and away on the wind……