Sleep Well

Black as night with a blue shine.

He perches in front of her, tilting his head to the side.

Watching her with his greedy, shifty eyes, puffing out his mane.

Daring her to make a move.

There she stands as motionless as he is silent.

The anticipation grows between them.

She thinks quick and goes for the knife stashed in her boot.

He unfurls his wings showing his full wingspan and takes flight.

His talons clawing as he flies over her.

She plunges the knife up into his ribs, twisting hard.

He let’s out an ear-piercing screech as he  plummets to the ground.

She plucks a feather from his lifeless remains, tucking it behind her ear.

“Sleep well,” she says with a smirk, giving the bird one last swift kick to the head.

Nightmares. Who here gets the occasional nightmare?

Most of us get them from time to time in between the nice cozy dreams about the one we love and those dreamless nights where you wake up thinking “It’s morning already!” I, unfortunately, don’t dream. Or at least don’t remember them (ever) if I do. Since I can remember I have been plagued with nightmares. Dreamless sleep or nightmares.

This past September a giant bird scared my ever-loving heart for eight nights in a row. Yes, you might laugh, a bird, Ha Ha. This was the scariest looking bird I could ever have imagined. It towered over me and looked a cross between a vulture and a crow with a mane of feathers. Anyway, this bird stole something from me every time and left me feeling vulnerable. The ninth morning a friend suggested that I write about this creeptastic bird. So I did.  After I killed it in this piece it never came back.

Hope you… um… enjoyed it?