I wanted to get away, I had to get away. I began to fight
against the mental pull of my stalker. Suddenly, everything went
black.
I snapped awake from the nightmare I had been
having, to find myself covered in a light sheen of sweat. It
was cold in my room, so the sweat must have come from
the dream itself. I laid there trying to recall the vision but
was only able to summon up a glimpse of someone
watching me, wanting me to come closer. But I felt as if
this was someone from whom I would rather run. I could
not see the person’s face, but I knew they were stalking
me. They wanted me and that frightened me.
I turned my head, hoping to clear away the fear
that was mounting in my mind and saw a face inches from
mine, leering at me from the side of my bed. I screamed.
“Viken! What in the hell are you doing?!” I was
over my fear almost instantaneously, but the factor that he
was just sitting there, watching me sleep was a little creepy;
especially after the dream I had just had.
“Did I wake you?” he said apologetically. “I’m
sorry. I heard you mumbling in your sleep and thought
you might need something. I came in, but you hadn’t
awakened, so I figured I would sit for a few minutes in
case you woke, or at least until you quieted down.”
“No. You didn’t wake me; you just scared the hell
out of me. I was dreaming and that’s what woke me up. I
just wasn’t expecting to look over and have your face
leering at me.” I sat up and took a few deep breaths to
settle my nerves. “What time is it?”
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