"Get away!" I shouted in the dark.
But my words just brought the figure closer. It moved forward and lifted a hand to touch me.
But as soon as I felt the finger-tips on my cheek, I was back in my room, sitting, wide awake in my bed.
What a dream!
"Victoria, get down this instant!" I heard my mother call out for me.
"Yes mother," I asked, walking down stairs.
"First of all, why aren't you dressed and second; why are your shoes lying here, next to the couch?" She questioned me.
"Sorry mother," I spoke, picking up my shoes. "It won't happen again."
"Why aren't you dressed?" She simply stated
"I just woke up."
"And why is that so?"
"I had a nightmare."
"Then maybe you would have been woken up earlier then usual. It's 11:34 in the morning."
"Sorry mother," I said, looking down, at my feet.
"Go get dressed."
"Mother I told Peter that I'm not going to live under his commands and then we broke up," my older sister, Indiana, told us about her break up.
Indiana and I had a different of 4 years. Even though, we didn't have much difference, she believed that I was years younger than her.
"Well, let's move on," Indiana didn't sound sad at all. "So any plans for my 21st birthday. It should be something...delightful because I will officially become an adult now."
"We have great plans Indiana," my mother said.
Suddenly, everything stared to turn pitch black. I was no longer in the dinning room; I was back where I was in my dream. The same figure was standing there coming closer to touch me, but this time, somehow, couldn't.
I didn't know why, or how, I lifted my hand to touch the figure.
I was so close to feel the face of the stanger, but I was snapped out of my thoughts, by my mother calling out my name.
"Victoria," my mother said. "What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing," I said.
I had no idea what just happened. This time it felt so real. And this time, I made a move.