37: Heavy Sleeper

ADRIANA

I woke up in my bed the next day and everything was intact. It almost seemed like nothing happened. The more I spoke about it, the more it seemed like it was just really a dream and nothing more.

But it felt real. It felt very real that I could recall the fear I felt very well. Like I could reach out and touch it. How nervous and scared I was when those people came to pass by me.

I wish I’d turned to see the person’s face. Maybe it would have made more sense.

Mum was glad when I woke up. The relief was very obvious in her face. And she kept checking up on me after every five minutes. She would just pop in my room. Look at me and check over my body, then she’ll go back out only to come back a few minutes later.

Kian too stayed there. He’d told me how scared he was when I refused to wake up no matter what mum did. If not for the fact that my heart was beating and I was still breathing, they would have thought I was dead.

That only worried me more, seeing how I wasn’t normally a