I layed motionless and wide awake in my bed. My eyes kept frantically searching the shadows in the room. I sat up paranoid, the covers jumbled around me, as the figues in the room drastically changed their shape. My heart thudded in my chest for a few moments before I heard the whirr of a car passing by and the headlights faded from my room. I let out a deep breath and layed back down. No fog is gonna get me this time I thought smugly as I pulled the comforter up around my ears.
That's exactly what it was at this point. A comforter. Nothing could get to me under this wonderfully thick blanket no matter how hard it tried. I felt more safe with every growing minute and caught myself yawn as I glanced at the clock. 11:58. Everything evil goes down at midnight I thought to myself, make it past midnight and I'm homefree.
But, it wasn't happening. My eyelids got heavy and no matter how much I struggled to keep the numbers on the clock in focus, they were blurring and I was falling asleep.
It's ok...nothing's going to hurt you...
I struggled frantically to open my eyes and sit up. Who was whispering in my ear? My eyes, they won't open! It felt like someone was holding the lids closed. And without seeing it, I could feel the coolness of the fog on my skin. I could feel it cutting off my oxygen again. I gasped and choked for air.
It's ok...I'm not going to hurt you...
I coughed,"What are you?" I sputtered out.
As I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. And if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.
...and now I was falling.
Taylor sat at attention in the den in his black sweat pants, t-shirt and socked feet. He tightened his pony tail and the plastic bag crinkled in his hand. So if the fog comes, I catch in the plastic bag and viola! No more fog.
Taylor crinkled his brow at that thought. He suddenely realized just how insane and obsessed with this idea he had become. He snickered at himself and tossed the plastic bag aside. And that's when he heard it.
Thud.
Taylor startled to his feet and ran out of the den and into the front hallway. His breath caught in his throat and he hovered in the doorway. Abigail... he muttered under his breath.
He watched as she rolled around in the front hallway groaning and crying in her blue flannel pants, white t-shirt and fluffy puppy slippers. He couldn't move as he watched her struggle violently, batting at the air with her fists and wailing about how she wasn't going to die before she woke.
She stopped flailing and lay panting in the middle of the hallway. Her arms and legs bent at incredibly odd angles and her hair matted to her forehead. Somewhere here, she touched his heart. He felt his knees weaken and his heart went out to the panting figure on his floor.
I layed still on a cold hard surface. I was afraid to open my eyes and show myself that I was where I thought I could be. So I layed quietly, hoping to blend in with the floor. Whatever it is that doesn't want to hurt me could find an easier and nicer way than choking and dropping me I thought.
I felt someone kneeling quietly next to me. I opened my eyes to see Taylor Hanson by my side with concern in his eyes.
"Abigail...right?" he asked quietly as if I would bite his head off had he been wrong.
I nodded and pulled myself into a sitting position. I studied him for a moment,"I'm not dreaming this time, am I?"
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