Chapter 08
For the first time in the longest, I hadn’t screamed, cried or thrashed on the bed. Instead, I jolted up straight, only breathing heavily while looking sideways and ensuring the man wasn’t inside the bedroom still. I waited for a few minutes but his voice didn’t appear in my head and nor did anything else happen.
Grabbing a few tissue papers from the side table, I patted the sweat away from my forehead and walked into the washroom to splatter water over my face.
Still in shock, I couldn’t believe what had happened. I remembered everything from the dream. The man’s face and even his face. It was no longer strange, though it still felt strange.
Thousands of questions rushed into my head and I continued to wonder why that man appeared in my dreams and nightmares constantly.
