Dreams

Thief

It's a perfectly sunny day. The weather is warm but not unbearable. I sit on the bed in my room, directly under the fan, enjoying the peaceful moment while my mother talks on the phone in her room.

Suddenly I hear the noise of a key being put into the lock. Who could possibly be trying to open it? I think of calling out my mother, satisfied that no one can be successful in their attempt and even coming up with a few jokes about it in my head when I hear someone scream 'thief'.

Panicked I sit more upright, when I see a huge, extremely fat man pass by my room and go towards my mother's.

I freeze in fear but not before making the mistake of shouting 'thief'.

Within a second, the thief is in my room. I am paralysed, unable to make another sound.

My heart beats at a million miles per hour and my feet are- well to the say the least I am hopeless and the worst scenarios running through my head are not helping my case.

He rummages through a wardrobe on the left only to find nothing which leaves him frustrated and angry.

He then moves on to the one on the right and again to his dismay finds nothing.

He gets furious and attacks me, trying to pin me down while I stupidly bite his elbow.

He laughs trying to push me away like a dog but I am persistent, although my movements are not cordinated due to fright.

I try to bite as hard as I can even though it makes me feel like throwing up.

Maybe if I had actually thrown up, it would have helped me more!

He keeps shuffling trying to escape and I keep biting unable to do anything else. This continues until
suddenly he flings me down when his aid comes into the room and the two of them look at me like psychopaths.

I take deep breaths, reminding myself that this isn't real and just like that I wake up, panting, my heart beating and my mind asking me to not fall asleep again.