I heard the car backing up on to the driveway. He was here. The man. I sprang out of bed as I heard the door opening. I quickly scanned the room for a spot to hide. I heard the keys hitting the table. I was running out of time. In a panic, I tried crawling under my bed. Trying to bend my body into impossible shapes, there was no use. I couldn't fit. Heavy footsteps hit the stairs, growing louder with each step. Bang. BANG. BANG! I was running out of time. I quickly squeezed myself into my tiny closet. I hugged my legs to chest. By now the man was at my door. He opened it with one movement of his hand. Things crashing and breaking as he searched for me. Each footstep rumbled the ground like an earthquake. His footsteps approached my closet. I shut my eyes and hugged my legs closer, preparing for the worst. The man opened my closet door.
I woke up in bed, sweating. It was just a dream.
