That’s when I wake up screaming under my pillows. It takes me several minutes before I am able to calm myself, and now I am a trembling, sweating mess. Am I still dreaming? Is this another one of those stacks of dreams where you wake up from a dream just to still be in another, and it goes on over and over again until you’re no longer sure of reality?
I stumble out of bed and rush to the bathroom, almost terrified to look in the mirror and I sigh with relief when I see it’s still me and I start retching, even though my stomach is painfully empty. I wash my face and rinse my mouth afterwards but I can’t seem to wash away the vile taste in my mouth so I decide to eat something and I’m on my way to the tray when I hear someone knocking at the door.
“Maeve?” a female voice calls just outside
