Memory Man

A Dream

Photo by Jeremy Bezanger on Unsplash

There’s a Mothman in my room, over by the window. I think I must be dreaming. He’s just standing there, a large dark figure in a dark room. He seems to feel me watching him and he turns around to face me. I am frozen in my bed, watching him unfold his giant wings, spreading them wide to reveal his splendour.

In an instant, he’s at my bed. I’m not even aware of him moving at all. He moves his hands in front of…