Twilight

That time when reality merges with illusion like dancing shadows against the flickering candle light, insubstantial and fleeting.... a mystical time between light and dark, evoking menace and anticipation in equal measure. For most, it's the time just as sunset threatens, but for me, it's always been the coming of the dawn as I falter between consciousness, that knowledge of not being dead to the world and not yet being fully aware of one's surroundings. The time when it's so easy to believe in werewolves and vampires, when one's self is like a pool of murky water, breeding ground for a malignant mind as the strangest thoughts flit past, tweaking your senses. Indistinct, but oddly disturbing as it draws out your primeval instincts, visions of bared fangs, dripping wetly with blood. Perhaps it's the islands pristine, plastic perfection that brings out the feral, a subconscious reaction to what lies beneath. It's oddly unsettling, and never before have I drifted through so many twilights or wanted to curl up against heat and another heart beat, just to anchor myself to the living. Perhaps I should leave the shades halfway to hasten the dissipation of the twilight that seeps in through the cracks.....