The Guy of Air

He was invisible, as if made of air,
And nevertheless he kept pulling me towards him,
I couldn’t see anything, except the room I was in,
And still I was being dragged by something.
My mother saw me from faraway,
Frightened, she ran away too.
I could see him slightly now,
The air had a thin figure made into it,
As if he were of plasma,
But it was only air,
I woke up,
I was dreaming, and I ran to my mother,
She told me it wasn’t a dream,
And that she had seen it,
I was scared,
Closed all the windows,
Tried fighting the dummy air,
But it suddenly started pulling me towards it again,
And I fell down from the bed,
But then I woke up,
And my mother was sleeping beside.

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