luckycl0ud

luckycl0ud t1_jbc7fhy wrote

"Heeeey, what up? It's me, David!"
The Demon waggled his hand at me, formed in an ominous shaka sign.
Sweat beaded down my temples while I felt the suffocating pressure of a longboard, leaving me immobile from my chest to my weak ankles. I couldn't move.
"Those swells are gonna be rippin' today brah!"
I couldn't blink.
"You ready to ride some waves?"
I couldn't talk.
The Demon stared down at me with wide eyes, amused at the vulnerability of my prone, half-woken shell. His tongue darted out of his mouth playfully, as if to tease the threat of the wild tides soon to drag me deeper - past sleep or nightmares, past the darkness of closed eyes - into a hell I couldn't escape.
I couldn't breathe.
He paused, his hair like poison sea grass dangling over my sullen gaze.
"Alright dude, I know you got homework! Good luck with that funky writing!"
I felt a chill as the longboard lifted off of me like a shroud revealing a living corpse.
The shaka flashed before me once more.
"Catch ya on the flipside!"

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