The Tunnel Dream

by A.S. Morrison

however long it was, I was nothing.

  Very slowly it rose off the ground and started its ascent away. The pressure cleared and I could breathe freely again. The image in my head disappeared. I was sweating uncontrollably. Whatever that thing was, it meant no harm to me, at least for now. My body was so tired I had no control over it. My head flopped down to the bed and I lost consciousness. For the first time in several weeks I didn’t dream about the tunnel. My mind was far too weak to dream.