by Kaitlyn Hoyt
WITH A GASP, I BOLT upright, and frantically look around. I’m alone in the dark living room. No one is dragging me into the forest. It was just a dream. Something falls off of my lap, and lands with a thud onto the floor. My breathing is fast and labored, and my body is covered in a sheen of sweat. I wait a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the darkness around me. Apparently, I fell asleep on the couch. I’m still in the clothes I’d been wearing earlier. Jane must have spent the night at Ross’s because she would usually wake me up.
Grabbing the book that I kicked off the couch when I awoke, I get up and walk upstairs to my room. Turning the ceiling fan on, I crawl into bed, hoping to get a dreamless night of sleep. I lay in bed for hours until sleep finally comes to me.
My dreams that night are filled with a man with deep green eyes.
