I pay no attention to my surroundings as I walk through the heavily populated Nightmare tunnel. Everyone pressing to make as wide a birth as they can for me and my ever-so-terrifying Shadows, for they are always with me.
Where I’m going, the giant Shoe-Mounds, where humans dare not show their face, are just as their name implies; giant mounds of shoes.
There is an ancient Nightmare tradition, you see. When humans undergo the transformation to a Nightmare, they find that their shoes hurt their feet. Plus, they grow about half a shoe-size. So when someone turns into a Nightmare, they put their shoes on this mountain of rubber-soles and leather. It’s pretty spiritual and important to Nightmares. Shaleer’s shoes will be joined here soon, too. Oh, how I cringe just thinking of it.
For some time I walk around the mound, ever lost in thought. Eventually, I stop walking and head back towards the Nightmare tunnel, my heart feeling heavy but giddy. The feeling Shaleer always gives me.
I linger around the corner, not wanting to leave in case Shaleer comes. Would I be able to even talk to her now? Is she already a full Nightmare? No, I refuse to think that her transformation is already complete. Had the procedure I had done work? Does she still have her soul? I try not to think about that, but the question still seeps through the barrier in my mind.
I don’t want to condemn Shaleer with my love. It isn’t safe for her. But I love her still and that will be my greatest fear and weakness.
Thinking of Shaleer, I walk back towards the mound, again. I look down and wipe the wet human emotions off my face. Crying is not something I am fond of doing.
I slip my brand-new, night black Vans off my feet. I had never worn socks in my life, so I’m barefooted, but it feels good. More free. I pick up the shoes and look at them for a minute. I had only bought them yesterday. I still set them on the mound, along with all the others.
I look up. Shaleer is standing mere yards away from me, with her mouth slightly agape. I turn and walk away without even a backward glance.
