Before the Morning

My astral body is naked and sparkling in the moonlight. I inch closer to the bed where he is sleeping. When we were younger, he spoke about breaking down my walls so much that it still annoys me. Maybe he was destined to bring in all this misery. He was named after the great wall destroyer in the Bible, after all. Rachel and Rahab are not very different.

Slowly, I climb under the covers and begin to shake. His eyes blink, awake. I see the whites through all of the dark. I climb on top of him like he did to me and we are as close as we once were. I am vibrating with nerves.

We roll around for a while until I hear the window creak open. From his roof, the psychopath squeezes himself inside the bedroom. He prowls closer, wielding the knife. It approaches. I whip my head around and a blinding white light replaces the darkness. It fills the room. It is clear the psychopath expected my enemy to be alone.

The knife hits the carpet. The psychopath flees back outside. It is better this way anyways.

I hear a thud and know he's landed on the ground. I separate myself from my best worst enemy. I leave him alone now and always.