The Follow Shadow

Sweating and chilled, I balanced over the sink and stare at my pale face in the mirror.

Another dream that I can’t remember clearly. Another night waking with my racing heart and voice hoarse from screaming.

Usually, when I wake up the scary shadow is floating out of my room. Tonight, though, it was gliding toward my bed. Just as I felt its icy darkness touch my skin, I awoke.

I stared at myself in the mirror as I tried to remember more. As I peered into my panicked eyes, my reflection grinned darkly at me. That was the last thing I saw.

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