"I wake up, night after night, crying and shaking. You'd think after having the same dream every night for the past eight years I'd have gotten used to it. I haven't"
I close my eyes.
I'm not going to die. I'm not going to die.
Suddenly, I feel my stomach drop and my head start to spin. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. I try to breathe, but my mouth is dry. The sickening feeling continues for about a minute, then it stops. I open my eyes; I'm not dead... Yet.