You wake up on a beach
You can hear the waves crashing, but it's night
The moon high in the sky, round, full
A singular beacon of white light above
The stars kind of twinkling above
It's peaceful
And while you're conscious of it, and it's familiar
And it's just a dream
And you watch as the stars begin to blink out
You look up and you can see them twinkling
Different variations and brightness
One by one plucked out of the sky by darkness
That full moon you watch
As the dark orb of shadow
Begin to take it from one side to the next
The singular source of light left
Beginning to leave you in complete shadow
As you begin to panic
And feel your heart beating into your throat
You dig your fingers into the sand
Your toes in, and stand up
Just as the last bit of light plucks away
And what disturbs you is that you're
Comfortable in the dark
But there's no placement of sight around you
Than but five feet of the beach and ocean before you
You can watch the waves kind of
And pull away, out of sight
And you feel, to the right of you
A heavy
And you feel a spray of sand from one side
Onto the opposite side
Another spray and you start to back up
And as you begin to back away
You feel the tendrils catch you from behind
And wrap and curl around one shoulder
And it's around your torso and constrict
Not to pain, but to the point of immobility
Where the moon was in the sky
The shadow pulls back
But instead of a white moon, a yellow one
And as it tears away the singular familiar dark slit
Staring down upon you
Pulls you closer towards its light
Don't run