A Writer's Night

"A Writer's Night"
By, Jennifer C. Bennett

The best moments in a day aren't in a day. They are at a night. Where the sun has set on the hills and plains of a land. Soon, residented eyes will set as well. Dreams and nightmares await.
They drift off into a weightless trance, while spirits in the background sway like trees in the first warning signs of a storm. Slumber is the name of the mute, rugged mountain man whose job is to simply carry your mind across these deep waters of subconsciousness. He is the only man for the job, for his strength can compare with the weight of our secret thoughts and desires.
It is a time when those being preyed on are least successful, and those who come out to hunt -- usually get what they are looking for. Tonight, I come out for these reasons. Parched eyes skim across familiar pages, wandering in an atmosphere of complete silence. With its momentary call, the grandfather clock provokes me to speak aloud, though he should know by now,...