IRRATIONAL FEAR (1st prize in 2 CIT)

 IRRATIONAL FEAR ( BY DIEGO BARTOLOME-2 CIT)

It was a very dark night. The only light in the room came from the moon, nearly new, up in the sky over the trees. The window was closed, but the sound of the branches shaken violently by the wind was clearly distinguished inside the dark room. It was cold, and he rested worried in his bed, in front of that enormous window and against the door.

 Then, the sounds which came from the exterior ended. However, the moon started to grow and grow, rising up in the sky and lighting up the trees, while the branches started to resemble a lot of large paws trying to catch the night’s light bulb. Suddenly, the limbs got closer to the window, and he closed his eyes and turned his head to the wall, when the temperature seemed to get lower. He covered himself with the blanket, trembling because of the cold… or not. There was something strange in the ambience, impossible to define with words, but drying up his soul. He believed to feel like if everything around him had got frozen, even the moon’s light across the window, and only remained the sounds remained coming inside the house, from the other side of the door. The creak of the floor, very strong in the suspectful silent dark, was getting closer to the room. A cold room whose dimensions started to change. A room where he wasn’t feeling safe. Then, another sound broke that space: the slowly opening of the door. His heart had a shock and started to beat stronger. He didn’t look at that intrusion. He couldn’t, because he was completely paralized due to a sense of fear and the cold of the room. An energy crossed the door and got closer to him, step by step, beat by beat, second by second. The frontiers between all the things disappeared: the cold, the sounds, theNm, the branches, the room,... 

Then, when he almost could sense the presence touching his head, he suddenly opened his eyes. It was a sunny and peaceful morning. It had just been another bad dream. Another restless night more.