Shadows

Only a Memory

    I sat up with a jolt. My heart was beating fast. Beads of sweat ran down my face. My top was sticking to my back. I was breathing heavily. I swallowed.

I was sitting in a dark room, a wide streak of moonlight illuminating the floor. I look to my left. The window was open, a blustering cold stream of wind coming through. No wonder there was a very strong breeze in my nightmare. Wait. No. My exaggerated memory. Sighing I pulled myself to the window's ledge. Lifting my hand to the white handle on the window, I pull it shut with as soft clank. I stare out through the glass. The woods next to the back garden, makes an icy shiver go down my spine.

 I've been having this memory haunt me for a week now. I had tried not to think about my mother since her death...I know that I probably sound like a really bad person but it wouldn't anyone else if i mentioned her, it was already bad enough that it was my fault. This can only mean trouble. "I guess this means that something dangerous or uninviting is going to happen...or both..." I whispered worriedly to myself. I slumped down into my covers and lay there for a moment. Finally I close my eyes, letting my body relax.

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