Literature
You Only Live Once
I sat up suddenly, breathing harsh and uneven. The nightmare had returned, just like it had for the entire summer.
Trying to calm myself, I turned and slowly got out of my bed, feet lightly gracing the warm wooden floor of my room. I looked up at the only window, and saw the moon, full and still shining in the dark, early morning sky. I inwardly groaned and collapsed back onto the bed, a feeling of exhaustion overcoming me. I was unsure of how much sleep I had lost to this god-forsaken nightmare, but it sure had taken its toll on me.
I hadn’t told mother or father about it yet, and I didn’t plan to. I did not want them