Around two weeks ago I sent another writing prompt to my friends instructing them that it should include any or all of the follow: sleep, dreams, fear, horror. My response to this prompt was my Short Story Tonsil. My close friend Robert responded today with his Poem/Short Story An Epidemic of Restfulness; or The Cure for Sleep. The below prose/ideas are inspired by my friends story.

The Weavers

Sleep child
Slumber in the darkness
Bathe in the absence of light

Rest now
Sweet anomaly of the Waking World

We shall shelter you,
Protect you,
Until REM is reached

We wait in the shadows
Until you’re in the depths of your dreams

Then your power is ours,
Then we weave…

“To sleep, perchance to dream; aye, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause.” ~ Hamlet,¬†Shakespeare

The Drifter

The world is dark
A living nightmare
Gnawing away at the souls of man

I walk through shadows
I feed the consequence

Immune to the Cure
I fight,
I fight with the only thing I can,
My dreams

I sleep and dream
I feed the consequences of man’s decisions
As the Cure becomes stronger
My sleep must delve deeper

One day I must go too far
One day I’ll sleep in eternal slumber

All for the sake of man