My Nightmare Left Mud on the Bedroom Floor
I dreamed I was trudging through a flooded field. When I woke, muddy footprints led to my bed and damp marks darkened my pillow. The window was shut. The cat never stirred.
I dreamed I was trudging through a flooded field. When I woke, muddy footprints led to my bed and damp marks darkened my pillow. The window was shut. The cat never stirred.
They joked about bad sleep until the sketches matched. The room was real after all, and the door they’d never opened was waiting.
I’ve had the same nightmare since I was a kid—same corridor, same slow knock. Then one night it opened into a room I’d never seen, and the room didn’t stay in the dream.