Dream

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I was startled awake by the feeling of falling. You know the dream where you are falling and get jolted awake? Only this part of the dream wasn’t a dream. It was a shadow in the night taking a seat on my bed, slightly rolling me towards the figure; mimicking this feeling of falling. I held my breath as my eyes adjusted to the dark. It had to be past midnight as I could see the moon through my window high in the sky, although blurry. This figure felt familiar, but not a comfortable familiar. A creepy familiar. All I could make out was their teeth as they smiled and i watched them reach out towards me. Was I sure I was awake? All the comfort of my room felt as if it was sucked out. In one inhale I held my breath as I felt a warm hand touch my wrist. As my senses started to come back to me, logic set in. Who was it? How the fuck did they get in my room? I know I locked the deadbolt before I went to sleep. And here I was, paralyzed in fear and shock. You always hear about fight ot flight. But what about freeze? Cause I absolutely froze. Even though I could feel my brain telling me to scream and my body willing me to move, I froze. I fucking froze.

The warm hand started at my wrist, moving up my arm; slowly, deliberately, as to gauge if I would yell. I knew we weren’t alone in the house. I could feel the quiet beat of the music and see a light peeking from the frack of my door of my room. Disgust churned in my stomach as the hand moved up my arm, slowly, deliberately; as if to taunt me with superiority. They had the upper hand. But why? I was 13. The only safe space in this disaster of a home was soiled now, by this invasion of privacy. This was MY room. How dare you invade my twin size bed with your ill intentions. Where the fuck was my parental unit? The Red Hot Chili Peppers blared in the background as the hand reached my shoulder, grazing my neck. the tears stung my eyes as the helpless feeling filled the distance between me and the shadowed figure.

Even as I write this, twenty something years later, it still feels like a dream. More like a nightmare, but unreal nonetheless.

Published by SamoneChrisman87

I'm a mother to 2 precious kids, engaged to the most wonderful man in the world and a pig mom. I live in Northern California, work a full time job and go to school part time. Now that the standard, mundane and boring intro has been written- REAL TALK I have 2 kids that are usually awesome. Except when they aren't. They are smart, kind (except to each other), opinionated and sarcastic. Those last 2 are all me. You're welcome world. THE MOST amazing man. But those rare times he isn't. And it's usually not him, it's me. The same man that encouraged me to start a blog. I'm better with words than he is. (But not perfect.) 'Cause why not? We will see who wants to read my blog and if no one does, I'm only out $50 for the year. Feels kind of like when my fiance, (Chris) told everyone "I've wasted money on stupider things" referring to our engagement and the ring he purchased. Thanks babe! And a pig mom. Because somehow being a pet owner is some type of social status? And I felt compelled to tell you all I own pigs. Cause they are cool as shit. And somehow, over the last few years, I have magically transformed into the crazy pig lady. Ya. Cats and dogs are overrated. (Confession-I still have one of each of those assholes too) Wow, that was a lot longer than I thought. They have this cool, helpful section in the beginning of WordPress that tells you to let people know what you plan for your blog to be about and why want to write it. Well, I'm not really sure the answer to either of those questions, but I guess we'll find out.