Escape through the eyes

I woke in the morning whilst you continued to sleep.
I could see small clusters of sleep had gathered on the end of your eye lashes.
As I looked closer they appeared to be tiny heads.
Screaming mouths with scrunched eyes made up pale petrified faces that dangled from the ends of your eyelashes like raindrops about to fall from the tips of leaves.

It was as if the nuggets were trying to escape from your head through your eyes.
Your nightmare was too much for them to take.