My eyes opened, the sun slapping me in the face. I was sweating, panting, aching. I looked all around the room. Nothing had changed. It was a dream??! It felt like SO much more than a dream!
I tried to gather my thoughts, apparently my mind was playing games with me. I decided to take the day to forget my Friday craziness.
I lounged, I binge watched TV and snacked, it was such a successful day of relaxing.
However, I kept getting the strangest flashes of my dream last night. Why did I imagine him with a black, forked tongue?? Why even in my dreams did he not finish me??
I did everything I could to ignore those inner thoughts.
“I’m here.” The whisper came again. I flung myself off the couch. I could have sworn the voice was breathing on my neck! There is no way I imagined it agai
