She drew her coat tight around her
shoulders against the wind and the pouring rain. the closer she got to her door
the faster her pace became, That little feeling you get, like there is
something behind you and if you can just get to your door before it gets to you
you’ll be fine. She fumbled with her keys, slick in the rain, jamming the key
into the lock and twisting, the tumblers clicking into place. She closed the
door pushing up against it with her back as if to hold back the night. She
laughed at herself for the feeling of fear, a silly childish fear.
Dropping
her bag on the floor she threw her coat, still dripping form the rain, onto the
rack by the door, kicking her shoes into the closet and falling into the nearby
chair. She was exhausted, it had been a long week and she had been pulling a double
shift at work. All she wanted was to fall into bed and sleep. Reluctantly she
got up and slowly made her way to her room, ignoring the light switch and the
fact that she was still in her cloths, falling onto her bed and drifting off
almost immediately, into the realm of sleep.
But
she did not sleep well, she found herself again, walking in the rain towards
her door the same feeling creeping up inside of her. But she did not reach the
door this time a firm hand clasped over her mouth and she jolted awake. She
breathed a sigh of relief that it had been a dream, running her hands through
her hair and letting out another deep breath. She threw her legs over the bed
and stood; a hand grasped her ankle and pulled, she hit the floor and was
dragged under the bed. But again she jolted upright in bed, sitting up straight
and then falling back onto her pillow, her heart racing in her chest. But it
was ok she was awake in her room, the light still on as she had left it. Then
she heard a voice “Sleep well?” and then the light flicked off.