Dawning Creations

Reaching in, I couldn’t move. I watched in pure terror. Long arms stretched forth and reached into my window.

Coal black and too thin, no nails no indents. They were smooth like fresh tar. There was no face nor body attached to them, no voice.

There was only the sharp sound of the slamming of my window when it spotted me watching it. The arms stormed away and were gone.

Was I awake or was I dreaming?

I still don’t know the answer.