LATE NIGHT BABY

I sat in the dusky room, lit solely by the flashing blue light of the TV.

Nothing interesting was on, so I decided to read some documents on my computer. The screen was on the lowest illumination because it hurt my eyes when the rest of the room is dark. The words danced mockingly in front of me as I felt my energy drain and the fatigue caused me to momentarily doze off.....and awake more alert. All the different hues and flashes in blues, grays and purples had me in a trance of semi-sleep and the Sandman had definitely paid me a visit already.

In all this, a carnival of letters and punctuation, I suddenly heard a soft sigh. It came from no particular part of the room ---more from everywhere in the room.

A sigh. Just a sigh.
No distinct emotion or intention, just a....sighhhhh........
I looked over the screen of my laptop and there he stood in the doorway.



Not a day older than nine, dressed in old clothing from the 1920's or so, he stood looking me square in the face. Well, I guess he was, because the little darling had absolutely no face! No face!

He just stood there and sighed with his faceless body and then I felt the numbness in my legs become unbearable. What I saw made my heart explode in my chest. Where his eyes were supposed to be, blood seeped from the luminescent skin and his sighing just escalated into full-on panting. Then his neck snapped hard and quickly to his left and he promptly disappeared.



I still don't know if this was real or not, so that is why I'm up right now, typing in the ill-lit room of TV florescence and eerie computer shadows, ready to look up over the screen....... right.......... about.............now............