Last night I closed my eyes.
In the distance I could hear heavy feet wrestling with grass, running towards the back of me.
My eyes open widely.
I struggle to my feet and begin to sprint almost tripping and falling over myself due to the sudden burst of movement.
Too scared to look back, I push forward.
A familiar backyard transforms into a lush jungle of another world.
Low lying switches whip my bare legs, but the sting of the impact goes unnoticed.
Large, knee-high trunks act as hurdles as I desperately force my limbs over them; blooding my shins on the bark that drapes their thick bodies.
My breath is short and my heart feels as if it will burst from my chest at any moment.
The deep, heavy pants of the beast resound around the trees and through my very bones.
It is close.
The front of its paws brush my bare heels.
Shocked by the contact, I throw my shoulder and face this thing that has made me prey.
Stumbling back, space is created between the two of us.
A full, dirty and golden mane frames its large, wide face.
Its brilliant, bright green eyes pierce proudly through my darker, tear-filled ones.
It lifts its head as to assert its superiority over me and a smirk curls the corners of its mouth.
“Finally.” its gnashes at me.
Opening its mouth wide,
He lunges forward.
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