The night casts its shadow over her and she begins to run. Fear turns her blood cold. The sounds in the woods and inside of her head intensify with each breath she takes.
The faster she runs the more aware she becomes of the demons plaguing her. She is so certain that they are solid entities, and physically nipping at her heels that she glances down to be sure. Nothing was there, all inside her head, like the life she has been living. The life she prefers to her actual one. She wasn't sure if the absence of the demons reassured her or worried her more. She glanced up just in time to see a tree trunk slam into her face.
"Lisa! Wake up!" Chelle shook her friend almost violently.
"Am I horribly disfigured?" she mumbled sleepily.
"No," Chelle replied, puzzled. "Should you be?"
"I just ran into a tree." Lisa responded more asleep than awake.
"Must have been a dream, you've been asleep for a long time. You need to wake up now." she said again, concerned.
"I can't, he hasn't come yet." she replied, trying desperately to hold on to her dream.
"Who hasn't come yet?" she was still puzzled, Lisa had never been this hard to rouse before and she never talked about her dreams.
"The one I love. The one I always dream about. Why hasn't he come? He always comes for me."
Remembering her brothers dreams and the crazy old gypsy woman from her childhood, she felt a sudden chill. She dropped her hand from her friends shoulder and backed away.
"What," she asked, her voice strained. "What does he look like?"
"I don't know. I can't see him. It's like I'm blindfolded, but not in a creepy way. I know that with him I am safe. He comes for me and makes everything good again. I need him." she pouted and fell back asleep.
Chelle left her friend to her dreams and hoped that she was wrong.
