18. Eyes
I woke up with a start,
heart beating so fast I thought it'd escape my ribcage. A nightmare I couldn't
even grasp glimpses anymore, the images fading away but the distinct sensation of
terror. I gasped, realized I'd stop breathing, and shivered even if I was sweating
in the summer's weather. I turned on my back, panting as I stared at the
ceiling. This had been a bad dream, a nightmare that'd seem silly in the
morning. I only had to fight off that inexplicable fear, and everything would
be fine.
Except it wasn't. There
was eyes looking down at me, at least a dozen. I blinked, not sure I'd seen
right, but they stood still. I stretched my arm and searched for the lamp, but
had to look to find it. When I did, a soft light filled my bedroom, and I was
alone.
Oufff... tellement bien écrit et vrai comme texte, ça décrit vraiment bien la terreur qu'on peut ressentir en se réveillant d'un cauchemar, surtout le moment où tu sais pas trop si t'es éveillé ou encore endormi! En tout cas ça m'a fait penser à ça! J'ai beaucoup aimé, j'en ai eu un petit frisson ;)
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