Bad Dream!
I got up from lying down. I'm running out of breath. Again, I dream of it, the same dream ... the same nightmare. I'm staring blankly at the wall, I once more drift back.
I shook my head, trying to erase the dream in my mind while I let my body fall on the bed, bouncing me gently for a second. I spread both of my arms, looking hard at the ceiling for a few minutes before I turned my head right through the alarm clock. The sound of it made me realize that it's already eight o'clock in the morning.