she stood face to face with her worst nightmare. that thing was horrifying, black eyes, sharp teeth, as tacks, and a screeching noise, almost as nails on a chalkboard. afraid, she tries to run, run away from her fears, but they grab her, pull her back into the darkness of her thoughts. the way they pulled her from behind, she'd think they were real, as real as her heartbeat. as she falls, deeper and deeper into sleep, she continues to forget her fears, her dream brings them to reality. flinching, she shakes herself awake. her dream to real. the thing she feared most was in her head. or so she thought. what she believed was a dream, was reality.
