R&R!!! Oh, and I SUPPOSE the characters of Lizzie McGuire don't belong to me. Poo.
Running. I'm running across an endless plain. Nothing, I can't see a thing. The world is around me is black. Who am I running from? I can hear their footsteps behind me, pounding loudly, and their loud panting. My chest burns, and I feel like I'm dragging weights, but I push myself on. I can't let them catch me. I can't let them catch me, I chant silently. Why won't they leave me alone? Suddenly, out of nowhere, something trips me, and I am sprawled on my back, the wind knocked out of me. I try to crawl backwards, away from whatever is now growing closer. My heart pounds wildly. It looms over me, breathing hard. Despite the darkness, I can almost see its chest heaving as it leans down toward me. I can't move . . .
Suddenly, I'm sitting up in bed, bathed in a cold sweat. Moonlight streams onto my bed spread, illuminating my room in a splash of eerie light. I look around, terrified, the back of my neck burning, but I see nothing. Just my room, as it's always been. But something's not right. This is the fourth night I've had this dream, each time ending in the same place. My heart is still pounding. That's it, I decide. I'm going to tell someone in the morning. I sit awake for the rest of the night with my lamp on, trying to slow down my heart and figure out who I should tell.
Running. I'm running across an endless plain. Nothing, I can't see a thing. The world is around me is black. Who am I running from? I can hear their footsteps behind me, pounding loudly, and their loud panting. My chest burns, and I feel like I'm dragging weights, but I push myself on. I can't let them catch me. I can't let them catch me, I chant silently. Why won't they leave me alone? Suddenly, out of nowhere, something trips me, and I am sprawled on my back, the wind knocked out of me. I try to crawl backwards, away from whatever is now growing closer. My heart pounds wildly. It looms over me, breathing hard. Despite the darkness, I can almost see its chest heaving as it leans down toward me. I can't move . . .
Suddenly, I'm sitting up in bed, bathed in a cold sweat. Moonlight streams onto my bed spread, illuminating my room in a splash of eerie light. I look around, terrified, the back of my neck burning, but I see nothing. Just my room, as it's always been. But something's not right. This is the fourth night I've had this dream, each time ending in the same place. My heart is still pounding. That's it, I decide. I'm going to tell someone in the morning. I sit awake for the rest of the night with my lamp on, trying to slow down my heart and figure out who I should tell.