Frankenstein Monologue

You are running in the forest. After running past a couple more trees, you turn around. There is nobody. But you know, there is. The man, that you could not quite make out his face, must be following you into the forest just like he did on your route back home. He was chasing you home and you dodged through the nearest yard. This is how you find yourself in the forest. You thought you lost him. It is all unknown, just like the forest is. You stop to catch your breath, as you think you have some time to spare.
Next thing you know, you are admiring all the beautiful foliage, upside down. You imagine all the clouds as real people. You outline what seems to be somebody running, in the sky. You feel your heavy head sinking in a wet leaf pile. As
all this is nice, you can not be here for long. You lift up your head to get up and feel dizzy. Your weak arms lift your body up off the hard ground. You look down, just to find dirt covering your clothing. What even happened? Everything is unknown.
Once you find your way out, you are tired and can not believe it is already pitch black out. Nighttime does not creep you out that much as you just escaped someone running after you.
The screeching of trees, combined with leaves crumpling, seems to creep you out on your walk back home.
You soak up the light every time you walk under a streetlight, knowing you will be safe for that one second. But you forget that everything is unknown. Even in the best moment, something can go wrong.
Something does not seem right, or rather, safe. You feel the presence of the night as if it was a living, breathing creature. What if it was? You feel someone's hands on you, and chills climb through your body. You know this is the last time you will ever see anything in your life. Your world is suddenly crumbling away. You hear a noise, the last one you will ever hear. It is something behind you. Something that would end your life. Your watch begins its final countdown. This is your last day.
That rush wakes you up and your eyes pop out. You find yourself stranded, on your bed. You are alone, in your room. You are helpless in the mystery of the night. As everything was unknown in your dream, you realize that everything is unknown in real life, as well. You know you lived up to the absolute last second of your living in your dream, because what do you do afterward? You wake up when you die in your dream because you don’t know what happens next. What is supposed to happen? Everything is
unknown.