Author’s Note: hey, this is my first story on here; however, I’ve been writing for a long time. I hope y’all like it.
What keeps you awake at night? What do you think about when you can’t sleep a wink? I think about nightmares. Not the ones with three-headed monsters and soul eating demons, but the real kind. The kind of nightmares that can always happen.
Let’s say you’re on a plane and suddenly someone pulls out a gun and shoots everyone dead, except for you. That’s realistic enough. Or let’s say you are alone at night in a dark alley and someone assaults you, leaving you there to die with nobody around to help you. What if one day you lit a candle and forgot about it?
You wake up in the middle of the night to the smell of smoke. You get up and all your pictures are burning. All the family photos, the only copies of them, up in flames. Poor, forgetful you. Let’s imagine that a killer is in your house and you can’t make a sound or you’ll die. What happens next? What if you wake up and your household is gone? You step outside and there is nobody to be seen. You are the last person on Earth. What are you going to do now?
This is your mind speaking. Wake up!
