Katelina woke with a start, covered in a fine layer of sweat. The last of the sun's golden light fell through the window and illuminated the old fashioned bedroom. It brought with it a measure of comfort after the nightmares of her sleep.
She wiped absently at her face and tried to forget her dreams. Blood, so very much blood! The red liquid filled the sink and spilled onto the floor and, no matter how far she'd climbed, the tide had crept higher and higher, until she knew there was no escape from the dark, sucking liquid.
She repeated aloud the mantra her mother had so often used when she was a child, "They're only dreams; they're not real. They can't hurt you." Her voice sounded small in the large room and, rather than comforting her, it made her feel more alone.
She wondered about h
