He could not focus on his work no matter how hard he tried. His sleep the last night had been turbulent. He had had a nightmare. A ferocious bloodthirsty lion had chased him down into a gorge. Ultimately, cornering him in a dead-end. He had tried, like a mortal fool, to climb the steep hill, to grab hold of the rock face or dried up straws that hung out, but to no avail. His lacerated body hung lifeless as a phantasm in front of his eyes. As the beast inched towards him he felt his legs growing weak, almost as if his bones had turned to a thick mushy liquid. Starting to tremble he knew he would soon drop, though unwillingly. The trembling took over his whole body and he felt drops of sweat rolling down his back. Out of options and with his will lost he now saw the lion approach him and stopping some distance from him. He knew quite well what was about to happen. The lion would leap at him, sink its claws by his shoulders pinning him down, painfully ending his life. He wanted to scream but his voice had sunk deep in his throat. He tried to push out a cry for help but words broke down in his mouth as if his voice had left him. Tears rolled down his eyes and he began to sob. His tears blurred the beast in front of him almost like a mirage. As the lion leaped at him and its claws landed on him he had woken up. Tears rolled down his eyes in fear and he could not sit up.
He had awoken from the nightmare at around 2:30 in the morning and had not slept since. Now sitting at his table his mind still wandered the gorge. He was awake but still in his sleep. The phantasm of his corpse still hung fresh in front of his eyes. The lion with its teeth and claws still stood in front of him. He tried to clear his thoughts to focus on his work. Sitting in his chair that felt a little more uncomfortable than usual, he straightened his back, cleared his mind, and sat his hands down on the keyboard. As he sat there typing, from the corner of his eye he caught a glimmer of something. Almost as if a lion had leaped across the room from right to left. His sentence remained unfinished with a squiggly red line underlining the last word, he averts his gaze from the screen to check. He knew none of his friends had come to visit him and he was alone in the room. To his utter surprise, the same blood-thirsty beast stood in front of him. "This can't be. I'm still dreaming", he mutters to himself. Before he could do something the lion leaped at him and to save himself he jumped from his chair. Running towards the door he turned back only to see the lion swaying his head from side to side getting ready to leap at him once again. He saw his computer knocked over, his table out of place, his chair toppled, and his book rack destroyed. He quickly locked the door behind him as his legs gave way. He sat with his heart beating out of his chest, sweat rolling down his temple he breathed heavily.
As his colleagues gathered around asking him what had happened he tried to explain with broken words that a lion had entered his office. They could not believe what he was saying. How could a grown lion enter the office? At first, they thought of it as a joke but seeing him broken down and drenched in sweat they could not just dismiss it as a joke. As they tried to make sense of what was happening that how could a grown lion enter the office? was he really serious about the lion, and how to get it out of the office? A curious group of three wanting to see a lion opened the door to the office. Opened it only enough to slip their heads inside to get a glance of the beast. They saw the chair toppled behind the desk but everything else the computer, the bookshelf all was right where it should have been. Slowly they opened the door and entered, disappointed that there was no lion in the office. Entered behind them their colleagues and our character swearing it was right there and had leaped at him. They sat him down told him to relax and that he must be sick and take the rest of the day off. Slowly the room emptied and the last of friends walked out saying a leave would do him good. And that whatever was troubling him was inside him.
