This morning, I was so tired that I felt drawn to my bed, so I went to my bed and I laid down. It was 9 am, and I was a bit restless at first, but I soon fell asleep. I started to dream about nice things, like moving with my family into a bigger, better house. There was an enormous flat screen tv and an open floor plan downstairs. The couch took up half of the room, but it was very comfortable. My father was being rather ornery, and everything was alright.
Then, I saw a reflection in the window that didn’t belong to either of us. I was then attacked by a cat that I didn’t know was in the house. I got up and ran, assuming the others were with me, although I never saw an indication that they were. As I ran, I saw my dead relatives and family friends, such as my great-grandparents, my aunt, and one of the previous owners of the house we currently live in.
I suddenly opened my eyes and I was in my room, with a horrible face inches from my own. I tried to scream, and I thought I could hear myself screaming but I also didn’t feel myself scream. I tried to reach for a heavy object on my nightstand and throw it, but I couldn’t move. I lay there for a long time, it felt, and suddenly, my eyes snapped open and I sat upright, trying to shake the feeling of eyes on me. It was 10 am. I did everything I could to stay awake.