I was so close. A silver light covering the whole sky. Where the world stands still and demons in disguise crawl from under the bed…a hand covers my mouth and frightened, I raise above the bed. The window opens, and I am placed over grass. Like a grandiose composition that inevitable flows when the maestro beats time with his baton. My arms and legs tremble whilst I enter the forest. A beautiful symphony one can only hear between a curse and a prayer. Between a bedtime story and 4 am. I can see the way out ,but i’m not rushing. The trees play along whilst I whisper secrets and fables. Where have the wicked angels gone I wonder. The way narrows and becomes opaque. I am only guided by my instinct and the compass of an untold symphony. I am close. As the forest ends, enchantment hits my truth. I see steps trying to reach your room. I know exactly on which side you are sleeping on tonight. I must still be conscious. I never realised how much I wanted us to stand on the grass together. I try to reach the last step so I can finally get you, but my strength becomes weakness, and the night starts sobering up. Where have the wicked angels gone I wonder. I’m roused against my will. We were close...oh so close.