Nightmare

So it happened again. So what? I asked myself. It's ok, learn to live with it. I had seen my worst nightmare again. I had shivered and woken up panting, sweating only to find myself safe under my blanket. The door to my room was locked and the lights were off. It was peaceful with only the compressor of the Air Conditioner humming away in boredom. The Paulo Coehlo I was reading had carelessly fallen from my hand and was now lying next to my pillow. A few pages folded in between. I picked it up and straightened the pages.
 

The glass house was clear in my mind and I checked if I was wearing the clothes in which I went to sleep. My green shorts covered my thighs and my pink t-shirt looked in its place. My hair seemed rustled. I was moving a lot. I was trying to hide myself from the world, who were laughing at my naked self. Alone, stuck in the glass house. The house was empty. I longed for shelter, but there was nothing. After a failed attempt to scream and cry for help, I found myself under the cozy covers of my blanket. It was a room in school, I remember. Belonged to the nursery section. Mud walls with big yellow windows. I used to love the red doors and the tiles that made the ceiling. In my dream, it was transparent. No yellow window, no red door for my escape!
 

Unknown faces laughing at me, staring at me like wolves. Men, mostly but there were women too. Few even askng me to do stuff, as if I was an RJ playing people's favourite songs! "Run around the house", "Show me everything". How did I get in? I never have a clue. Even in my dream I tell myself, "It is a nightmare, you know it, it will get over. These people dont exist." It never works.
 

Games of the mind to torment the soul... thats what I call them. The next time I visit the glass house I will make sure I enjoy it. Well, isn't that what I say everytime I escape?