marousha

She woke up with her body covered in goose bumps. It was probably the middle of the night or sometime before dawn. She could feel a light breeze blowing in through her room window. She curled up on her bed and hugged her knees to her chin, and felt a stabbing pain in her stomach. She shrugged it off; probably just a cramp or something. Yet she couldn’t help thinking about the dream she’d just had. She kept replaying whatever fragments of it she could remember inside her head. It wasn’t a dream. It was a nightmare more like. And thinking about it was starting to make her head throb. She shuddered slightly in the darkness and pus