A Dream

The other night I had a fairly disturbing dream. During the dream I was half-awake, but didn't immediately realize I was dreaming.

I was laying in bed when I heard a noise. I got up to look and saw a dark figure in the doorway. I dropped to the floor, but it was too late. He had seen me. He had a rough voice, but spoke to me like I was child. "It's too late, sweetheart. I know you're there." I could see he was wearing a cowboy hat. I rolled under the bed, but he knew where I was. He sauntered over to the bed. I could see his feet inches from my face. He bent down and jabbed my arm with a needle. Immediately I knew what he had done. I started to feel sleepy. He lifted the bed with one hand, and helped me drag myself out from under the bed with the other. This is where I realized I was dreaming...