What Is Reality- Part One

The yet frosting window;
the filthy curtains drift apart in as sad swing as I stand,
solemn,
staring at impending darkness painted with a single, outcast moon among the starless sky.
"Maybe me and the moon are one of the same," I think, chills ihabiting the back of my neck.
Captive in cricket murmers,
I do so as I normally do,
something foolish in the cost of a daydream.
The childhood toy I held in my hand had dropped in the mist of my caught breath,
my dear toy rabbit hits the concrete with a soft thump.
I squeak a bit,
A maiden's blush consuming my familiar chill.
My eyes up to heavens,
I sigh and scuttle downstairs to retrieve
my lovely old friend.
It is such a night tonight
no stars to cling to
but only darkness to have slipped through your fingers.
The moon is as lovely as ever, yet not a coward in her own home
I can't say that I relate.
I shiver,
but not from the cold.
It's snake season, neh?
The hot fingers of doubt
scratching hard on my nerve;
I'll just go back inside--
But my lovely rabbit
is just a cold hand's reach away.
I reach for her battered ear,
but my foot;
stuck? In weeds?
My heart rate quickens
Do I dare turn around?

I do.

Cold, numb fingers,
grasp my ankle firmly.
My scream, caught in my throat,
establishes the cutting edge foolishness
that I so pursue.
But who in the world
was hiding under my dusty porch?
Is it a horrifying dream?
A quick glance at the offender's wettended eyes
withering under the harsh reality of age,
brown and dull,
ridden in a sea of milky bloodshot eyes.
A moment of horror--
a sharp blow of pain--
and sleep.

~

"Damn," I mumble,
reassuring a newfound bruise resides in my forehead,
Has it been minutes?
Hours?
Seconds?
My last gasp of light is unaccsessible
in the library of my dizzy brain.
Checked out, not returned.
Please try again next time.
Suddenly, there is an unfamiliar light,
Grey, empty jail light,
but something tells me that this is far worse than jail.
An oiled candle, accompanied by
a sickingly bony hand;
a soft chuckle fills the room,
turning into a harsh, raw cough,
"W-Who---What--what are you?"
My voice cracks,
just in line
with my already trembling lips.
The hand touched mine, and in a sorid woman's voice said,
"I go by Reality,
Welcome to my domain."