Teeth, large, rounded and shaped into a menacing smile, emerged from the darkness. I saw them and paused to determine their source and their intention but they disappeared as quickly as they’d come forth. The image of them, however, was burned in gleaming terror on the surface of my mind.
If I could trust my eyes, then my path was fraught with danger. If I could not trust my eyes, then my mind had finally slipped free of the anchors that tethered it to what is real and true. Either way, a fight was coming. The type, external or internal, would be determined soon enough.
I was braced for the gnash of teeth on flesh and my hands were balled into fists at my sides. If the beast flew at me from the darkness ahead I was ready to fight for the ground I had gained. I was braced for additional visions of my mounting insanity and my eyes kept weary watch for anything beyond the truths of the world. If my mind failed me I was ready to fight for whatever remained.
I stepped forward bravely. Whatever waited in the shadows, beast or madness, made no move as I gained distance on the worn path. I walked with purpose and pride. We may get hints about the future, small glimpses stolen from the flashes along the periphery of our sight and thoughts, but nothing is ever certain except the present. We can only ever control our here and now in the immediate, and I was determined to do so stoically.
What else could I do?
What would you do?
Have you ever seen something you knew wasn’t real?