A glimpse of eternity
She has had the dream for as long as she can remember. It is so real when it happens -- the silence, the shadows, the change in the air upon her skin, the fear that turns the blood to ice in her veins so that she can no longer breathe, nevermind move, or run. The terror that grows as the shadows slither slowly down the walls, across the floor, ever closer, till she is lost in a vast nothingness. Till she is not even a memory.
When she awakens, for a brief moment she is still enshrouded, held by the steel grip of fear, blinded by the residue of sleep that holds her yet in its grasp. And then, a sun ray pierces her sightless eyes, and the night is forgotten. Another day awaits.
She had the dream so many times, she began to believe it a memory her mind would not let her forget.
Until today.
Today, she learned that it was neither a nightmare nor a buried memory.
It was gift, really. A glimpse of what would be.
What will be.
What is.
The darkness of infinity glides silently, swiftly merging with her essence, leaving behind the empty, dreamless husk.