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As I slowly start to fall into the pit of darkness, I awake dripping in sweat. My eyes were huge as I tried to gain the breath I lost.

I sprint to the bathroom and wipe my face off with water. I look up in the mirror and look at my pale face. Man, I thought, it's just a nightmare.

I admire my face as I look around my room. My face was pale like any others. I always had makeup on before I went to bed. It gained pores and pimples on my face. My lips were fragile, although they never have been touched. My eyes were the lightest color, baby blue. My nose was big, but I realize it could be bigger. My ears were average, but they could be smaller. My hair was silky but soft. It was a light brown color that was wavy that was the length of my mid back. I stop looking at my face and look around my room.

The room was a light yellow color, people always said it matched me, so I went with it. I had paintings of art hung on the wall. It was a painting of two birds in a nest with their baby bird. The art was stunning, but it was too colorful for my room. My room was bland, it had ordinary things. It had a bed, dresser, computer, and clothes. I was never the type to decorate my room with such extravagant things. Nor was I the person who did not paint their walls.

I look at my face one last time and wipe my makeup off before I headed to my bed. I bounced on my bed, as I hold my head in my hands. Just another night of waking up at midnight, I mumbled. I turn my body and lay down as I stare at my ceiling looking at my fan spinning.

What a life the fan must have, I whispered. I start to lazily close my eyes as I fall asleep in the deep abyss of nightmares. I open my eyes, as I am blinded by the brightness from my window.

My curtains were open, and my blinds were open to where my eyeballs would be attacked. I turn to the side of my bed and close my blinds. I looked at the time and realized it was 5 in the morning.

"How?", I thought. I realized the outside light was turned by someone outside of the house. I look around in the yard, and see a figure of a shadow.

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