Waking up in a cold sweat, the nightmare had returned again. It was just as vivid as it had been for the last four nights in a row. Each time it was different, yet it always had the same feeling and presence to it...it felt so very real!
However, she knew it was just a dream. It was always about the same man, a man she had never met before in far off lands. Lands that she had never ventured to, nor had she ever seen in her lifetime.
Laying in her bed, her only movement is letting out a long deep sigh while trying to slow down her heart rate; hopefully before the vital organ thumps its way out of her chest. Attempting to compose herself, she feels a bead of sweat travel down her face and wipes her forehead with the back of her hand.
Sitting up, she stares at the shadows on the other side of the room; the ones that always seem to be alive and move to a will of their own just after a nightmare. The shadows, where suddenly something moves outside your of field of vision, leaving one less shadow on the wall and a feeling of dread.
