Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.~Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
I woke up from a bad dream with that last stanza repeating inside of my head. It was already a queer night for me before I eventually fell asleep. I cried what I felt and what I felt will leave me with swollen eyes, still, in the morning. I played with myself but whoever says you don't feel emotions at the peak of orgasm is a liar. Those whimpers were fragments of anguish from just minutes before more than they were of bliss. I was on the edge of tears more than I was on the edge of ecstasy.
I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
I felt this denseness over my skin. Only my arms were exposed so that's where they felt the heaviest. I got up to use the restroom and I pictured a hand coming out from underneath my bed and grabbing my ankle; but I always imagine that happening. When I got back I tried to figure out where those lines repeating in my brain came from. I trapped myself in my pillow fort and I couldn't help but notice how overwhelming the quiet of 3:33 was. I think that's where this massive weight blanketing my room came from. I kept recalling the story of The BFG. Tonight would have been a perfect night for him to come and take me away into Giant Country. I'm sure the only thing stopping that from happening is the fact that I'm not a little girl anymore. Either way, he didn't come fast enough to blow a sweet dream into my ear.
I was lying in bed and trying to be brave and keep my eyes open but I pictured some grotesque hand appearing from nowhere and caressing my cheek. I couldn't keep my eyes open for that.