Post by MrE on Feb 20, 2013 14:06:56 GMT -5
You wake from your bed, sweat beading down your forehead. Your heart races erraticaly, stirred by a foggish and terrible nightmare. All notions of the dream seem to linger in the air as they slowly escape from your mind. You turn over to glance at the clock on your bedside table. Midnight. As if in answer to this hour a deep crack of thunder sounds out into the night, the tap of rain against the windows follows it.
You slide out of bed, sitting your sweat ridden body on the side of it for a moment. It is then you notice the surreal pulse within the room, was this still the dream or only a symptom of it? You shake your head trying to get rid of it as you stand, but it clings to you. It clings to you as sure as your drenched shirt does.
You slide out of bed, sitting your sweat ridden body on the side of it for a moment. It is then you notice the surreal pulse within the room, was this still the dream or only a symptom of it? You shake your head trying to get rid of it as you stand, but it clings to you. It clings to you as sure as your drenched shirt does.