The Container

The overbearing alarm is screaming; triumphant in its attempt in waking her from a deep horrifying dream. Orange and yellow rays show through the curtains temporarily blinding her as she raises in hatred of her subconscious experience. Her heart pounding but slowly reducing speed, she grabs her face gently slapping her sides to ensure she was awake feeling the dread subside. Throwing the covers to the side to release her from the temporary trap she felt. Grabbing her charcoal grey colored robe and putting on the slippers of the same color, she walks over to the window, flinging open the curtains to fully engulf the room with light to dispel any evil that remained from the dream. Accepting the suns rays to warm her soul. Children outside riding their bikes through the fall leaves—it was Hallows Day.