Abandoned Cabin by Sean Buchan
Shadows
Missed Connections in Seattle-Tacoma
There is a face at the window
Her breath creating a rose
On the glass.
I look, but cannot see
I wave, I faintly see her
Smile.
A hand moves,
Beckons me.
I trudge through the snow
To the house of black glass
The door is closed
I hear footfalls beyond
An urgent voice
Insists
Begs
Cajoles me to enter
How easy it would be
Strong hands grip me
My head
Shirt
Shoulders
Legs
Yank me back
Fighting
Screaming
They drag me they
Shake me they
Wake me.
I miss you.
Note from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle Finder:
Have you ever had a dream like the one described above? I have. It only happened once but I still have vivid memories of it. The conflicting sensations of being drawn into a place while simultaneously being forcibly removed leaves the body completely upended upon awakening. I think that sometimes during times of turmoil our minds and bodies unconsciously battle each other while we sleep. And generally the outcome is that we awake to a new day. But not always.
