Her breathing grew heavy and fast. She was cold, but she was sweating. The sheets twisted to form a binding hold on her body. A snake twisting out the final breath of its prey. She felt trapped. The bed creaked. Her arms thrashed wildly, fisted hands convulsed at her sides, the nails dug into her skin making permanent marks. NO...her whimper hardly above a whisper. She screamed and shot out of her bed. Her legs barely supporting her. Gasping for breath, forcing herself to breath normally. After her heart stopped pounding, she forced herself to think. It was only a dream...no a nightmare. A nightmare forever etched into her mind. Frozen eternally in a corner of her mind best left alone.