It’s there again. Of course it’s there again, It’s always there, always has been, always will be.
You go back to sleep, but why are so drawn to it, Why now. Is it a different colour? Is it moving? It looks like it’s... no. It can’t be. Could it? It looks like its watching you. Are you hallucinating? It’s gone, but where? How? All you did was blink. It couldn't have gotten far right? You feel obligated to follow it. It’s like it’s dragging you by your hair both mentally and physically. Where’s your mom? Where’s your dad? It’s the same house. Suddenly your train of thought is broken. What was that? Was that...?
But the moments passed, you wake up and it’s gone. You look to your left to find your laptop on full charge with Google running. The words typed in as if it were seared into your mind, you’re dreams, you’re nightmares. I'll see you soon.