I awaken, the room covered in a bright glimmering light, blinding almost. It was hard to see, the light blaring in through the small, nicely built window. I blink my eyes a few times, rubbing them with my slightly pink palms.
"Oh, It's morning," I say, yawning a bit. It was Saturday, the one day I loved, a free day all to myself. I wrap myself in a warm and fuzzy blue blanket. It was very cozy, I thought to myself as I skip down the stairs. The house was silent, too silent. It was the silence that fills you with dread and terror, the silence that makes your shiver. It worried me. I look around the empty home, calling out the names of my family members, only for there to be no reply.
I scurry through the hallways, running up the stairs for there to only be the same result, no one was home. Could they have left without telling me? I thought to myself. Dumbly, I assume that that's the case without any evidence, and return to my bedroom upstairs. I was currently drawing on my sketch pad, trying to improve my skill. it was silent except for the scribbling sound of my pencil, but then there was a slight creaking noise from the stairs, me jolting up immediately. I try not to make any loud noises as I hurriedly entered my closet door, hiding under the little racks. I hear my bedroom door open, my heart pounding through my chest with a loud, "thump thump." noise to it. the silence would give it away. The closet door opens, and I see a foot go in front of me, hopefully they didn't see me. there was a long silence, my breathing silent. then all of the sudden the shoe goes to kick me, me shrieking as I awaken, panting a bit as I grip the bed sheets, tears running down my red cheeks. Of course this causes everyone in my family to bolt to my bedroom, asking me if I was okay. I reply with a solemn, "yes." and, "I am alright." but on the inside I was shaking, afraid. Why would I have such a horrid idea come in my head and appear as a dream? Why exactly would I think of such a terrible subject? I don't know. I simply shook my head, getting out of the bed for real this time. It was quiet, but not a dead quiet, and it relieved me to hear my brother screaming at his friend through his phone as they play this game together, and my parents talking in the kitchen about hell knows what. It was relaxing and calm, and I was in no danger, but I could still feel the panic and terror that I felt in the dream. uneasiness fills my body, and I tense up. I sort of walked stiffly in, sitting down at the table, which my lovely mother has already prepared something for me, and I smile.
