The day will come when we strike you down,” she’s saying. “Mark my words. We will haunt your nightmares.”I clench my fists and fling an illusion of pain across her body. “I am the nightmare.

I am the nightmare.

I will wake a hundred times, lost in the madness of this nightmare, until the sunlight streaming through my windows finally burns the scene away. Even then, hours later, I cannot be sure I am not still in my dream.I am afraid that, one night, I will never wake. I will be doomed to rush to that door over and over again, running from a nightmare in which I am always, forever, lost.

Maybe his nightmare had been about me.