Paths crossing are as little as the skys opening.
I suppose their both rather big deals to small people.
I turned myself over in a coated bed, warm to the sound of clatter on my window.
I wretched as it became courageous floods smashing into the glass,
attempting an entrance.
I held the duvet over my ears and stared at the door before me.
It was much too far to run to.
And so I glared, the water would see me as i had left my curtain partially open.

My dreams held something i could run in.
As i peered up from work, the air was certainly open, though dark.
Grey through a purple black, i could sigh freely.
A creature approached us as we worked, faces in places you wouldn't believe,
a rigid, rotten coloured body with bones aparent yet muscle plasticly shining.
His glazed yellowing eyes darted like cats and we humans ran.
We ran into caves, hid in each shadowing,
i only hoped i ran into these christ-like-crypts with someone i wouldn't mind sharing time with.

We'd made it through a door, even though out in the open.
The epidemic seemed to be over for now, a safe spot, a moment of clarity.
We worked out beneath a huge tree trunk, that was my work, the locks.
A spiralled, slimey (Though not by touch) cylinder was my key.
My boss explained that should there be a problem with the pub, i might be locked in if i cannot work this key correctly.
I glanced down at the alien shape in my hand, then around at the damp oak that was the inside of the large tree trunk that i called 'work'.
I would not like to be stuck in here.
Just then, up the rolling black grass, the black skys shuddered and a door made no sound.
We all looked up, terror in our eyes, at the wall that blended in with the sky.
The door threw open, and the creatures, many more of them now began to file in, looking around and down the hill.

We picked up, ran for our lives, a gate in the wall was the one i had just practised to lock...
And it took a long time, so a senior of my work unlocked the hinges and i threw myself through, followed by my colleagues.
Up a steap, rolling hill, greener than before, it was slim like a garden...
As I glanced back all my colleagues were shooting through the gate aswell, like sperm on route to the egg.
I turned for no more than a second and the creatures had entered the gate.
I'd travelled barely at all when i realised no one was running with me, and on a quick inspection, the mere presence of the creatures had slumped all my work friends into sat-up heaps upon the floor. They were asleep.
I was the only one.
Refusing to sleep, i made way behind a shed, and hooked my hands onto a wooden fence that was far too high for me.

My resistance was obvious, and somehow, I managed to haul myself over and throw myself to the ground of a homely garden on the other side.
Trimmed grass, swingsets, a matching shed and balls littered across the garden. I could sense a patio and a barbeque behind me, as well as a looming house.


If i lie here, they won't find me...






And i don't have to sleep.