This is another story I've been brewing in my head for at least a couple of weeks. No worries, I'm sticking with my other story, "I'm Coming Home"….haven't put that one to bed yet, and I need to get it done…but this one kept nagging me to death. Let's see what happens with this bad boy, yeah?
And like always…I am the owner of practically nothing…only a little debt and my OC.
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He woke up with a start, breathing hard, and sweat rolling down his face. He was a little disoriented. The dream had been so real. Again.
This was the third time this week alone that he had had that same dream; and every time he had it the details were so vivid…he always woke up feeling wonky. He always felt a little disoriented after; it was almost like whatever was happening in the dream was real life and waking up in his own bed, in his own apartment was the part that was make believe.
All he could ever remember about the dream was the woman darting out in front of his car from God knows where. In the dream he's travelling down the road, it's night time, it's been raining…he's going only a couple miles over the posted speed limit-no more than five miles over. He had been on the phone with his former sister-in-law confirming that his son would be staying at her house over the week-end; his son missed his cousins, it would give him a bit of time to catch up and play. Besides, if they were to catch a case over the next couple of days it would be insanely convenient for the boy to already be at the woman's house. After receiving the confirmation, he hung up his cell phone. That's when it happened. The woman darted out into the road surprising the man so badly. He had plenty of time to stop, but in his shock he had put on brakes rather suddenly nonetheless. The woman would look up to the windshield of the car and then…..
That's when he would wake up; cold sweats, breathing hard, unable to get his bearings, trying to find his clock to see how long he had before it would go off signaling that it was time to go catch another psychopath. He could remember everything so vividly, up to the point that the woman had looked up at him in his car. Beyond that, he had no recollections; he couldn't tell you what the woman looked like if you held a gun to his head.
As it was, he looked at the clock; he only had about 45 minutes before it would be going off. He figured he might as well get up and get ready for work; going back to sleep right now would be ridiculous, his sleep would just get interrupted a second time, and he would be cranky all day at work.
One thing was for sure, he would be glad when these damned dreams would stop waking him up in the wee hours of the morning.
Or so he thought.
Post AN: So there is the first chapter. I can guarantee that ya'll can guess who the man is in the chapter. It's a short one….but wanted to see what would fall out.