Its very warm in my room tonight, and since I wasn’t sleepy yet I figured it was safe enought to just keep my mid-body covered with my comforter and my legs uncovered to remain cool and not feel so hot.
A few minutes later I am in a deep sleep. Im in a house. I dnt see anything. My dream is void of any shapes, colors, objects, etc., but I know that I am in a house. I know the people who live there and their little boy. Everything happens so fast. I cant explain but I start to run but I’m running no where I’m still laying in a bed in the house and I hear the baby crying and there’s a pressure on me. She/it-I dnt know it felt like a “she”-was keeping me there. The baby is crying in terror I can’t open my eyes. I know I need to open my eyes, but there’s a bright light being shined in my face. My heart is beating fast, the adrenaline building up in me, fighting to get loose from that weight holding me down trying impossibly to OPEN my eyes. The baby is still crying. I hear a thrashing of leg against sheets like someone was tangled and was trying to loosen the sheets, rhe sound is so near and I’m hoping that that sound woyld be enough to wake me up. That light is too bright against my closed eyelids, in that dark room, and then I hear my name-“Alex” - whispered so clearly, that it sounded so far away but I knew the source was but a.few inches from my face. It said my name within a breadth, savoring it, enjoying my terror in hearing my name from nothing.
That thrashing sound was coming from me. My legs had that slight blanket burn, like when u swish your legs abruptly against.the blanket. My heart was still beating. My room was dark. My closet door, open.