I was hiding on the top floor of an old wooden building. I must have been at least 10 stories up, pressed up against the wall next to the window. I thought if I stayed still and out of sight that they would not even know of my existence. I dared a peek out the window and below me were figures who’s very substance seemed to be made of shadow, their faces a pale white. I ducked down to avoid their gaze, but realized a moment to late that they knew me and there was no need to hid. And then I woke up.
Acrylic and Ink on Raw Canvas