All In A Dream

Sometimes the darkness finds its way into her deepest consciousness, seeping through the cracks of her well constructed psyche and leaving her defenseless in the strangle-hold of her past. She chokes as she reaches to lessen the grip of her paralyzing memories, mentally digging her fingers into the big, fleshy hands encircling her present thoughts. But as with most altercations, the more she struggles, the more she loses control and the vice grows tighter, leaving her breathless and weak. She utters the words, "You can't have me without a fight," and violently begins flailing her arms and kicking her legs, attacking the darkness with as much vigor and strength as she can muster in her current condition. She wonders what she must look like to the outside observer. Is she merely a doll, being held by the neck by a 12-foot monster who looks at her with amusement (and possibly a little bit of sadness) because he knows that the more she struggles the more difficult it will be to be free? Or, does she look like a sleek super-hero who will pull out her ninja moves at just the right moment, using strategy to weaken the enemy. She ponders these two situations as the darkness continues to creep closer, swirling around her in its sultry dance. Suddenly, her body stiffens and she is jerked out of her reverie by the sounds of Portishead playing on the radio. It takes a moment for her to realize that her alarm clock is to blame for the disruption. Annoyed and a little bit shaken, she rolls over to hit the snooze button. This time she chooses "super-hero."