A Dream

STORM

It was the same dream again. I was running from something I couldn’t see. But the fear that assailed my body was as if the enemy in question, something far worse than death was chasing me.

The clouds were pursuing me too, or rather the darkness had overtaken the clouds and had caused them to chase after me. But how could I outrun them? Just when the dark heavy clouds were about to engulf me, I screamed and woke up.

I was perspiring all over, breathing deeply in and out. At least I hadn’t seen the ugly monster or the shape-shifting woman always donned in snakes and scorpions who kept chanting stuff about revenge and retribution and cursing my mother.

I sniffed, feeling the wetness of my bed sheet. The dream must have been going on for quite a long time. I thought, taking in slowly, a deep breath to calm my frantic self down. I took another slowly, allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness in the room.

It was just a mere dream. I kept muttering to myself, my heart beat plumme