Prologue
Everywhere I look I see blurred figures, rushes of brown and black. I run as fast as I can, but I'm not moving. I try to lift one foot, but it feels as if it's been
cemented to the ground. The blurs are closing in on me. I start to sweat. I cry. Suddenly I'm back in my room. I rub my eyes. Something must be wrong. I go back
to sleep. I realize that it was all a dream until the sunlight shone through the window. With dark circles under my eyes, I get up out of bed to close the blinds
when I see another rush of black scamper behind a bush.