I woke up in the cold sheets. My heart was pounding and I was short of breath. I sat up suddenly. It was cold. The window was open, though I had left it closed. I looked around, fearing I would find that black figure again. There was nothing. It was just a dream. I closed the window, still shivering. Fear had come to visit me that night.
I woke up in the cold sheets. My heart was pounding and I was short of breath. I sat up suddenly. It was cold. The window was open, though I had left it closed. I looked around, fearing I would find that black figure again. There was nothing. It was just a dream. I closed the window, still shivering. Fear had come to visit me that night.
I woke up in the cold sheets. My heart was pounding and I was short of breath. I sat up suddenly. It was cold. The window was open, though I had left it closed. I looked around, fearing I would find that black figure again. There was nothing. It was just a dream. I closed the window, still shivering. Fear had come to visit me that night.
a black and white photo of a woman looking out of a window
a black and white photo of a woman looking out of a window
a black and white photo of a woman looking out a window
a black and white photo of a woman looking out the window