Into the darkness.(c) J.A. KrawczakThe other day I woke from a dream I could scarcely remember. Upon fully waking I thought I heard screaming, screaming that sounded like my own. When my eyes finally opened I was alone in my bed and the room was completely silent. I rubbed the crust of sleep from the corners of my socket pockets and swung both my legs over the edge of the bed till my feet touched the plush area rug. I sat like that for a moment collecting myself organizing the pattern of approach to my day. I looked over at my bedside clock took one good long stretch and yawned.I hear myself screaming. I'm waking from a dream. I can barley remember it. I was going somewhere?