Trapped

under the sheets that to the others give the heat, for me this place is Hell of the fantazies. In that moment of the silent quiet my monsters start to play; my organs moved by the shadows, that game seems funny for them. My heart in the terror, my eyes forward unmoving. The Doctor jumps on my vulnerable body. But for how much that's real, I just see his face,and that smile that taunts me,like pressed on his mounth.