I had a dream.
The air was still.
I held my breath.
I looked around, an unreasonable fear wrecking my mind. My heart thumped in my chest, threatening to break through my ribcage should it beat any harder. I was leaning against a wall, taking slow, shaky breaths. My eyes were wide, and I pressed my body against the wall behind me as if trying to be part of it. Something was out there, but what?
I heard a noise. The rustling of dried leaves, the sign that there were footsteps. I held my breath and dared not move a muscle. I stared in front of me, not wanting, or daring to turn and look. I was in a building, an old building that was already breaking down. The walls were crumbling, and there was no telling what was going to happen.
The footsteps drew closer than ever, my eyes darted aroun
