He wakes up yel…

by townmayor

He wakes up yelling.  

Shadows like animal balloons float across the ceiling.  Darkness passes over his open eyes. He cannot look towards the threshold.  He feels them. Empty eyes and hands touching the wood frame pulling their shoulders forward to his bed. 

Headlights pass through the room, touching every surface, almost in a sweet way.  The lamp, the table, the dog. 

The feeling passes.