Monday, April 16, 2012
she couldn't remember dreaming, couldn't remember what woke her. she usually remembered pieces of what haunted her in her sleep. most of the time, she remembered way too much details and had a hard time getting back to sleep. nothing looked out of place to explain her panic. her skin prickled and filled with goose bumps. something was wrong. she couldn't put her finger on it, but she knew. too sleepy to figure it out right now, she peered into the dark of her room for anything that might have woken her. it remained safely beyond her grasp.