The Chase

I had a dream it was the end of the world. I was alone in NYC, going to visit someone close to me. I lost my way, it was dark, I found a door and climbed the stairs. Strangers invited me in and treated me like one of them. I felt apart though, alone, lost. 

The beasts were lose, eating up the town. They couldn't see you if you did not move. We tried to escape but they found us. We stood still, held our breath. They passed us by. I think they knew I was one of them.

More running and hiding and my pants and shoes went missing. 

I was exposed and alone. 

I woke myself up several times but each time I closed my eyes again the chase was on. 

By the early hours of the morning I knew I would survive.

Photo by Philip Maynard