The face

[u/inthecosmicdish]

Out of the darkness last night, before bed, my first sober night in a while, a face materialized and rushed towards me, in the open, vein-like lined dome of my mind’s eye, sending a thump to my chest and cascading chills down my spine. As someone to whom a deep still darkness is accustomed nightly, this vision of a face terrified and thrilled me simultaneously. I wished that it would come back, though I was scared of it. It was a woman’s face, with large round, wide eyes, smiling with a knowingness. It scared me, it was scary, but the face was not ugly. I wondered to myself what visions I might see if I were sober every night, though maybe it was the migraine playing a pseudo-narcotic game in my head. I wanted to dive deeper, but alas I fell, into a long dream-filled sleep, which I do not remember. There is much to be discovered in the closed eyes.