122 A Dream, Perchance, To Sleep Pt. 2

The nightmare continues on:

I am in that between place, beside the sea, on the border of worlds. A storm brews above. An elegant skyscraper, all black polished sides like a stone, juts up before me. Rain slicks the surface of the window pane that I stare into. I touch the caustic surface, feeling the slight acid tingle of sulfur carried above in the poisoned clouds. 

  My face is reflected back at me- eyes like slices of sky, hair the bronze of an old candelabra. My face blazes with curiosity and wonder at this dangerously beautiful dreamscape. I know that I am waiting for someone.

Suddenly, my reflection shifts. It changes into a cracked skull, stripped of skin, with gleaming firefly lights his endless eye sockets. I take a step back in horror, only to hear quiet laughter as I back into someone. 

  A bony hand at my shoulder- I turn, and he is there, decked in the inky black robes of Death, an imposing skeleton with a perpetual smile.