Midnight Dream

It's late at night. You lie down and sink into darkness. It was calm at first, like a river flowing over the body. Then, the sound came - very soft, like someone knocking on the door in a far distance, and like knuckles pressing against the shell of the ear, once, once. You don't want to hear it, but the sound penetrates into your dream and becomes a door. You hold the cold doorknob, not knowing why you are here, but you turn it. What's behind the door? You didn't have time to see clearly. The ground suddenly collapses, tilts, or turns into deep water. You're falling, you're flopping, you're trying to catch something and you can't. Water poured into the ears, into the nose, and everywhere it could be poured. You wanted to shout, but your throat was blocked. You want to run away, your legs are shaking. You exerted all your strength, digging your nails into your palms and biting the tip of your tongue with your teeth—— You opened your eyes. Dark. The familiar darkness. The feel of the sheets, the pounding of the heart. You gasped for air, as if you had just been fished out of the water. The palms of my hands are wet, maybe from sweat. You didn't dare to move, you didn't dare to confirm what time it was in the morning. All you know is that she's here again. With that door, that water, that fall. But tonight, you just woke up with a start. You lay on the bed, listening to your heartbeat slowly calm down. You know, late at night, there are still people knocking on the door. There are others, waiting to be seen.