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Icy fingers gripped my arm in the darkness. My breath increased as I struggled to remember where I was. My feet were bare on the cold floor. My heart beat sped up as I heard another person breathing in the same space I was in.
"Who's there?" I asked in a hoarse voice. The breathing moved closer to my ear now as the person's fingers gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my skin turning red. There surely would be bruises when and if I got away.
I could feel my insides churning, wanting to cave in, give up, cry. But I held myself up and tried to stay strong.
I asked again, "Who's there?" I steadied my voice a bit, hoping this mystery person would give up and give me a clue to where I was and why they were with me.
A faint, "Anjrew..." escaped the man's mouth as he spoke my name. It was a quiet, raspy whisper. Then his fingers were gone. My other hand flew up to my arm to cover the spot to which he was holding but before it could settle, I was spiraling down... no up... well, I couldn't tell. Everything was still completely dark. I lost my breath as I felt myself screaming. I started to choke.
That's when I woke up. That was the fifth time I'd dreamt that same dream. Tears fell from my eyes as I shivered under my blanket, waiting for morning to come. Or perhaps it never would. Perhaps I'd be stuck in this nightmare. Forever.

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