As I watched her sleep I replayed the events of the last couple of days in my mind. She was right. I should have told her about the dream. I was worried about how she would react. I was afraid that she might not believe me. But the truth is that I just couldn't bring myself to admit what I saw. It was too terrifying. I wasn't sure that I really saw it. Perhaps I was imagining things because of what had happened to me. Maybe it was nothing more than a nightmare that plagued me. Or maybe it was a message from beyond. Either way, it terrified me. And I didn't want to tell her. Not until I knew for certain that there was something to worry about.
But then again…I thought back over those few seconds after the accident. What if it was all real? If so, then I'd better find out as soon as possibl
