161 Childhood Nightmare

Becca.

I woke up with sweat all over my body and I could not stop the shiver that took over my skin in big prickles.

That dream had felt so real I could not stop myself from taking a wild look around my room. It was only when I saw nothing but the usual shadows of my room that I allowed myself to take a slow breather.

Turning to the bed clock by the side, I saw that it was past midnight, too early to be awake in Canada anyways and I would not be surprised if every other person was having its beauty sleep except me.

Allowing myself to look at the source of my wakefulness properly, maybe then I might be able to view it objectively and go back to sleep, I closed my eyes tightly against the pain of memory.

Though I had been having some dreams about the past, this time is so different. Ever since that strange meeting at the mall, dreams about my childhood which although was not unusual, had been so real and scary this time around. It’s the first time I will be seeing my Mum’s face in my dr