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Every night I crawl into  bed, curl up under the sheets with my current novel and begin the ritual of bedtime reading followed by slowly drifting off to  slumber land.  My current novel is Stephen King’s Needful Things.  This book has captured and kept my attention into the wee hours of the night.  What a wonderful storyteller.  I thank my husband for bringing him into my life.  However, as I sit and read my book I can’t help but wonder…Where does he come up with some of the gruesome and captivating nightmares  he puts into his books?  It’s a bit scary how his mind works!  But wonderful at the same time.  His talent is our gain! 

Last night, however I found myself waking at six o’clock in the morning , still trapped in a bone chilling nightmare.  I can’t quite remember what was haunting my dreams, but it left me feeling chilled and wide awake.  I should have written it down, but again it was six o’clock in the morning.

After finally falling asleep, nightmare forgotten, my son woke up with a nightmare of his own.  What are the chances of two nightmares in one night? 

 I began my day crusty and sleepy.  Aah sleep, when will it be unbroken?  Maybe tonite I will sleep a golden sleep.  Well, one can only dream!

Holy men tell us life is a mystery.  They embrace that concept happily.  But some mysteries bite and bark and come to get you in the dark.

A rain of shadows, a storm, a squall, daylight retreats; night swallows all!  If good is bright, if evil is gloom, high evil walls  the world in it’s tomb.  Now  comes the end, the drear, Darkfall.

Darkness devours every shining day.  Darkness demands and always has its way.  Darkness claims the day and celebrates.  Sometimes in silence darkness comes.  Sometimes with a gleeful banging of drums.

We can embrace love; it’s not too late.  Why do we sleep, instead with hate.  Belief requires no suspension to see that Hell is our invention.  We make Hell real, we stroke its fires.  And in its flames our hopeexpires.  Heaven, too, is merely our creation.  We can grant ourselves our own salvation.  All that’s required is imagination.  Dean Koontz.

Life is  a gift, let’s always remember this and love, not hate.  Time is to short for what if’’s and regrets.  Live today as if it were your last and love today more than yesterday!