Natalie Miller

Cursed Dream

I woke up with sweat pouring off my face into a glistening pool on my pillow. I glanced over at the clock on my bed-side table. The illuminated numbers on the screen had just turned over to midnight. Then I remembered suddenly. I quickly shoved my blanket aside and hopped out of my bed. I ran over to the sliding balcony doors. I left them open hoping the cool ocean air would soothe my slumber. The wind made the white frilly curtains dance around my figure. That’s when I saw it out in the distance.