It's hard for me to sleep with a heavy load. Closing my eyes, I see only darkness and fog. I try to be cautious with my dreams. The nightmares are trying to get me.
I have a dream of fog hanging over me. All around is a steppe in complete darkness. And a thin voice tells me that I'm superfluous. He approaches me faster and faster.
Tired from all the worries and torments, I look out the window without closing my eyes. There are more competitions every year. Maybe dreams don't depend on me?
When I wake up, thinking maybe it's true, I look up. Only emptiness is in my eyes. No enthusiasm, no excitement. The fog has scattered, leaving only fear behind!
The Mist
© Copyright: Александр Велл, 2025
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