Moonlight glistens through the window of my chamber and my ear picks up the door,
Closing ever so softly and slowly,
Foreboding the ominous entry of an anomaly that has anonymously breached the sanctity of a shelter that has existed or rather co-existed with the timeless, shadowy night.
I tiptoe across the slippery floor.
I hug the walls of my abode and the sharp, repetitious thud of my heartbeat becomes a stark contrast to the deadly silence that has come to personify these dark hours.
I feel a draft.
A chill envelopes the air as i approach my unsuspecting invader.
He turns and I stare, his frightening persona terrifying yet familiar.
I see myself in his eyes, a mirror-like reflection of my inner most evil.
Inwardly I shutter at the sudden realization that we are two halves of the same whole,
juxtaposed together for the first time like black and white; light and dark.
My mind goes in a hundred different directions as I struggle to put together the pieces of my peculiar predicament.
This stranger,
This doppleganger,
An image generated by my psyche,
A personification of that inner self I had locked away long ago.
I shutter at the thought as a sudden loss of mental awareness sends me spiraling to the floor gracefully and eloquently like the white swan; with the dramatic theatrics of one clad in black.
...........
Three days.
Four.
I lose count, as i awake to white walls and dozens of doses and medications.
