I wake with jolt. It's still dark out, so I know I haven't been asleep for long. A gust of wind chills me, starting at the base of my neck, tracing my spine. I know something's wrong. I can't quite place it, but a familiar feeling hangs in air, taunting me. I demand my brain to tell me what I am experiencing, but I come up blank. I somehow know this has happened to me many times before, but all memory of it seems to have disappeared. Fear suddenly engulfs me, freezing me in place. What is this?
Pain shoots through my skull, sending me to my knees. It claws at my eyes, ripping tears out of them, obscuring my vision. Fresh searing pain flows to the pits of my stomach, violently sorting through my insides. I open my mouth to scream, but no sound is made. I hear only the fast-paced beating of my heart and my panting.
I have this detached feeling that the worst it yet to come.
Visions dance in front of my eyes. I can barely make out what I am seeing; it is all too blurry. I recognize a crowd of people surrounding something, but I'm not sure what. I know they are all wearing the same clothing, though I don't know what kind. Then it changes: I see a man and a girl approaching a corn maze. Another flashes by: a room going on farther than the eye can see, empty except one object in the center. Next: a little boy is lying on the ground, dead. After that: a blurry road, desolate and burned, little spots of fire everywhere.
And then it's gone.All of it. The pain subsides. The visions stop.
I open my eyes, and I am back in my room, lying on my twin size bed, rays of the early morning sun peeking through my curtains. I look at the bedside clock: 7:00 a.m. Momma opens the door.
"Good, you're awake. I was just coming up to tell you breakfast is wait
