Emporium Press

September 30, 2018

Copyright: Emporium Press / C.S. Poe

Genre: Urban fantasy, romance

I see him.
From time to time.
In that fitful place between sleep and wake.
Out of the corner of my eye.
And then he’s gone.
Lost—like sand in an inverted hourglass.
The city pulses and breathes like a living animal. All around— people are in a rush. There’s always somewhere else to be. Something else to do. Someone else to see.
And me—I stand screaming in the middle of the road and no one acknowledges me. I walk the wrong way down a one-way street. They just go around me.
A disruption so minor.
No one notices.
But from time to time.
When I’m only just waking.
I see him.
And he sees me.
A smile.
A nod.
And then he’s gone.
Lost—like sand in an inverted hourglass.
I live for sleep.
Because from time to time, I see him.
Out of the corner of my eye.
He’s not an angel. Nor is he a devil.
I don’t know what he is.
Ah, to sleep.
“Am I asleep?” I ask him.
He startles. He leans closer. “You see me?”
He panics.
When I wake again, there’s sand on my pillow.
My face.
My cheeks—like tears shed in a desert.
Don’t Walk.
The light changes.
The people surrounding me cross the street.
I breathe.
I live for sleep these days. For that one minute—one moment— that I’m seen. That I feel loved.
I step forward.
He bumps my shoulder.
I stop. Turn.
It’s him.
I blink. I reach up to feel my face. There’s no sand.
“Am I asleep?” I ask.
And then he smiles.
“No,” he replies.
I awkwardly reach a hand out. “I’m Christian.”
He shakes it. “Sam.”
From time to time.
I exist in that hazy mindset between sleep and wake.
And I look for the Sandman that delivered dreams of hope night after night, when I needed that love more than air in my lungs.
But he’s no longer there.
Because he gave up eternity.
To sleep each night at my side.
As Sam.