I sleep pretty regularly. Like any average person I try to get seven to nine hours a night. For the past few months I've met someone in my dreams. A tall, dark...figure. It appears three days a week, always random days. The rest of the week I sleep perfectly fine, normal dreams, no apparitions, no introductions. I don't know its name, I don't know his gender, but it has the shape of a human being. It is black, but translucent. Some days I wish it was iridescent, rather than a gothic eye sore. It had no face...I wish it had a face. Its presence bothered me at first but I soon grew used to it. It would ask me what my favorite sandwich was. The first time it asked me that I said "turkey." That was a lie. It didn't know I was lying. Its voice wasn't a voice, more like a heavy breath that ever so slightly sounded like words, the gender of the voice was still ambiguous. I didn't want to tell it what my favorite sandwich was, that's way too personal. Each time it would appear it'd ask me that same question. Each time I'd answer with a different type of sandwich. There were only so many sandwiches I knew. On the days it didn't appear I had to research types of sandwiches to answer with. I was plagued by this question for months. One day it came, it was much smaller than it usually was, about my height. It asked me that fateful question, and I, prepared as I had been replied "banana and mayo." I looked at it, eagerly waiting for a response I knew I'd never get. Instead of a response, it grew an eye. A single eye, on its black sphere of a head. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, I started to hyperventilate then I...woke up. I rushed out of my bed and washed my face with cold water. I counted everything I could see. The only thought in my mind was seeing it again. I tried to sleep...but I couldn't. Everytime I closed my eyes they popped back open. I tried to sleep the whole day to no avail. Days went by, no sleep. Weeks went by, no sleep. I could feel my body giving up on me. I could feel my mind becoming frail and pale. I could feel my flesh dying and my lungs shrinking. One day I made the executive decision to take a walk, get some fresh air, enjoy my surroundings. I walked down the steps outside my home. Before reaching the bottom...I fell. My head hit the pavement, I couldn't move. I couldn't move, but after weeks, I finally fell asleep. In my dream I paraded around like a little girl at her birthday party. I felt the joy of receiving everything you've ever wanted. As I basked in my accidental victory, it appears. The eye it had grown is gone, and it was at its usual tall stature. It held a plate in front of me. On the plate was a BLT...my favorite sandwich. Tears roll down my textured skin. I take the sandwich and bite into it as much as I can. Within a minute I had eaten the entire sandwich. I looked up at the figure and smiled. It set the plate on the floor. It looked at me and spoke in an actual. "I'm sorry, I tried my best." My eyes stretch open like someone ripping open a wound. I try to scream but I...wake up. I am in my room, staring at my mirror. Eyes still open, mouth wide...with a gun in my mouth. Before I'm able to assess my surroundings I look into the mirror. I start to turn black, I turn into the figure in my dreams but still I faintly resemble me. I pull the trigger. I feel taller, I see myself sleeping. After a few moments myself sees me, I ask him what his favorite sandwich is. He answered "turkey." I disappear.
