Queen Mab Has Been With Me
Mab is waiting, watching, biding her time with fingers poised, waiting for my eyes to close. I fight to stay awake. Futilely. Her nearness soothes, lulls, opiating the darkness until sleep enshrouds me. Barely conscious, I attempt to evade, but the ground is sand-- loose and crumbling. Her fingers overtake me easily, clutching with paralyzing grasp. My mind numbs. I am slave to her nocturnal deity, pliantly tasting the visions concocted from her arsenal of romance, insanity, and terror. Into my sleep-steeped brain she ladles the chaotic brew, flavored with emotions strong enough to taint the first few hours of my waking day. She reigns supreme until daybreak loosens her tyranny and I struggle in her grasp, finally pulling myself awake, shaking away illusions clinging like cobwebs. I curse her power to rob me of peace, of rest, and plan anew night's escape. Mab watches unfazed, waiting, biding her time with fingers poised.