Prompt by ChristineRaine: Describe a fear of yours in 60 words or less.
People seem to love dropping my terribly verbose self with word limit prompts. Well, its an interesting challenge at least. I wanted to write something about my terrible fear of heights or frogs, maybe even clowns, but this one seemed the safest—and admittedly easiest—choice. Though it’s not quite as concrete as the rest.
And I fear the day when I wake, looking beside me with a smile in my eyes and good morning on my lips, only to realize that I’ve been dreaming too long. Because the bed is cold. The mirror’s reflection is my only companion.
And no matter how hard I try, I can’t go back to sleep.