Left behind

I know I´m sleeping but then maybe that means I´m not really sleeping, right? no, I definetely know I´m sleeping. I can feel my soft and only pillow that I let my head to rest on and that I just started to use because the first time I lay my head on it it reminded me of the feeling I got when I once slept over someone's chest. I must be asleep, I also sense the hard little balls that for some reason I know are black that are the stuffing of my stuffed piggy that I can´t let go when I sleep or else I just put my hands on a fist that only hurts myself since my not-really long nails clip into my skin. I also feel my bed and the very old but very comfortable blanket and... well everything indicates I´m sleeping on my room.... but then, why am I looking through my window? why am I looking through my eyelids to be precise? is that even possible, I must be sleeping and not only sleeping but dreaming.

In a far distance it seems to be a light, a firefly? ok then why is it growing brighter and bigger? that´s definetely not a firefly. The little spot got bigger and brighter but it wasn´t the kind of brightness that hurts your eyes but a very nice light, a golden light, I´d say like the sun when it´s setting but not as yellow, it had that feeling of warmth though but not hot, only warmth.

I started to see a shadow comming from the golden warm light. For what I see, it´s a man, one that I´ve never seen before, he has a nice face and kind eyes, he´s not particularly handsome but I wouldn´t call him ugly either, he´s just nice and kind and warm as the light he´s comming from... He keeps walking in that light and of course he seems to grow bigger as he gets closer. I´m not sure how I´m able to see him, he´s not only outside my window that´s covered by a fabric courtain and a thicker courtain, yes, two courtains, also, my eyes are closed. He goes through the window and the fabric and the other courtain.

As he walks closer to me, I decide that I like him, he seems nice. He keeps walking until he reaches the base of my bed... but it seems he doesn´t find it close enough, he goes through my mattress, as if he was a ghost of some kind but I know he´s no ghost, just at my feet he stops and lift one of his hands in a graceful non-threatening way. I want to take that hand, I know if I take it I´ll get up and who knows, maybe we´ll leave from where he came from.

I lift my hand ready to take his, he´s kind and seems to be smiling though he´s not really smiling. as I´m about to take his, my hand is just not long enough and I can´t even graze his fingers with mine. I know he grinned though once again his face never changed but I know he did, not in a malicious way, he just grinned kindly and then left in the same way he had come in but faster.

I opened my eyes and my hand was reaching out to... what I had seen, I guess. I inmediately felt a sense of loss. I wanted to take his hand but I just couldnt get up. I really wanted to go but he grinned as he left and well... I was left behind.