Flush red

I awoke with the metallic smell that comes with strange dreams, hovering above me like a cloud that refuses to dissipate.

The bizarre tension in me didn't keep me awake, though;
I was too exhausted to even contemplate the significance of it before dozing off again.

Something had happened to make me freeze up in fear,
And it was, frankly, quite bad because all I could manage to do-
All I did, was breathe.
Air came out of me in gasps, my heart felt like it was in quick sand
I was sinking, I felt seized and wooden,
And I remained tied to the same spot, tied by a rather overwhelming sense of helplessness; I tried desperately to form words- to respond to the perpetrator, to make it stop
But I had no strength in me: None even to move a finger.

And so,
I simply gulped and struggled;
Distinctly I remember staring straight at the human, too captured by shock to do anything but be aware of the fact that my eyes did what my laboured breathing could not.

I wasn't being murdered, or raped- there was no death, just
Something I wasn't- wouldn't be prepared to handle if someone were to-

And I must have woken up somehow, then sank back to a completely irrelevant dream context, because in that dream I'd fallen asleep right after the shock took over.

And uh
If you haven't yet noticed...

I am extremely embarrassed by this.