I was running for my life and my mother was standing in the doorway of our mobile home with a sinister grin on her face. I was running hard but I could not cover any ground because my feet were not moving. Shattered glass pieces of the window she had just broken were strewn around on the floor. Her hand was bleeding as she clutched a large jagged piece of glass.

My eyes opened and every muscle was tense in my body. I lay flat on my back in my own bed. I was cold and the moisture from my perspiration made the sheets stick to my body. It was so real though…I was paralyzed with fear. I wanted to leave the house and go to my grandmother’s but I could potentially run into my mother on the way out. I could here her footsteps in the hallway stop outside of my closed bedroom door. My heart was racing and I felt as though I would rather be dead than where I was at that given moment in time. It felt as though the world has stopped spinning and it was all created by my subconscious mind.