Theresa

Not all dreams come true. Some dreams can just be what they are, which is just dreams. Never to change from that state of nothingness…

Just something you witness in your slumber and then the harsh realities of the real world pulls you out from that dream world, the beauty—or the fear—of that reality is gone and is replaced with something much darker. The rising of the sun, the singing of birds and, your body leaving the bed.

Nicholas Coleman stared blankly at the dilapidated ceiling over his head, wetness touched the side of his face and he silently wondered if it was the dripping ceiling or if it was just the tears from the dream he’d just had.

It wasn’t real though, because in that dream, he was more happy than he’d been in a long time. Sure enough the dream had it’s bad moments where he was chased by a killer, an unending circle that made him feel like he would be caught.

Then, she was there, the brightest thing in the entire dream, she pulled him out of his dark hiding place