Nightmirror

I woke up from my nightmare.

Sweat ran down my face.

On the wall was a mirror.

Reflecting my face.

Behind me a monster.

Made out of vines.

Quickly I turned.

It was all in my mind.

I looked back in the mirror.

The monster still there.

Looking at me with a blood-thirsty stare.

So I began swinging my fist.

I began punching the mirror.

I couldn't resist.

Exposing my fear.

The mirror had shattered by punch number four.

And all the glass shards had fell to the floor.

Gone is the monster.

Or so I had thought.

The monster was beside me.

Horrifyingly close.

So I pushed it and ran to disappear like a ghost.

But the monster had followed.

We were now on the chase.

I felt like a kid against Usain Bolt in a race.

The monster had caught me and tried to tear me apart.

I pulled out a machete as it reached for my heart.

With only one swing I sliced off it's arm.

Then I heard a ring and woke up to my alarm.