Story 47
Dream or Reality
I had a scary dream.
In the middle of the night, unable to sleep, I was lying in bed fiddling with my phone when I suddenly felt someone’s gaze.
When I turned toward the window, I locked eyes with a man I didn’t know.
I froze in fear.
The man stepped into the room through the open window. I was terrified.
But I was sure I had closed the window and drawn the curtains earlier—how could he get in?
Then, the man lunged at me.
That’s when I woke up.
By early morning, I was left with an awful, unsettled feeling—it had been such a disgusting dream.
The window was open.
The curtains were drawn neatly to both sides.
Outside, it was raining. The humid, lukewarm air of summer rain drifted into the room through the window.
My right arm hurt. There was a dull ache in my stomach too.
Feeling something off about my body, I looked at the spots that hurt.
The areas in pain had turned pale—white, like the variegated leaves of a plant.
That’s right… that man attacked me. For some reason, that thought came naturally.
Wait—was that really just a dream?
