Katch
C, 14
Frightful Dreams
I wake, shivering. The dreams are getting
worse, and though I am exhausted and want to rest, I resist going back to
sleep, knowing that another dream awaits me. It’s been happening for weeks. Not
once have I slept in peace yet a small part of me feels like my dreams are
telling me something.
I turn on my bedside lamp and check the
time. 6 o’clock. I could still sleep for an hour before I would have to get up
for school. I lie down for a few more minutes then get up and walk to the
bathroom. I’m brushing my teeth when it happens. I’m no longer in my bathroom,
but at a cliff, looking straight at a glaring golden sun. In front of me is a
girl, staring at me, standing right at the edge of the cliff. I’m unable to
make out her face, because of the bright sun in my eyes. She takes a step back
and falls. I try to do something but my feet won’t move. I start to scream and
I know that there is nothing I can do. When I open them again, I am back in my
bathroom, as if nothing had happened…
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