Drum free write

Sam was quietly peering above her spectacles at the miscellaneous papers strewn across her bed. The quiet drum of the rain playing on her windowpane was the only thing cutting through the silence on this stormy night. Now you or I might have noticed the delicious scent of the rain seeping through the crevices in the window, but not Sam. For 14 of her 17 years of life she had lived in rainy Seattle, so these puny rainstorms hardly caught her attention.

The clock struck twelve and almost instantaneously Sam let out a big yawn letting her body know it was almost time for bed. She ran her hand through her greasy blonde hair and pushed her glasses up her freckled nose so that they were perfectly aligned with her eyes. A muffled sigh escaped the side of her mouth, indicating defeat and with one hand she swiped the annoyingly obligatory papers onto the floor, knowing she’d regret this choice in the morning, but in this moment she couldn’t have cared one way or the other.

Letting out another booming yawn she threw herself back onto her bed letting it form around her body, and she closed her eyes breathing in the crisp air, every breath getting slower, her mind drifting deeper into that carefully phrased oblivion known as sleep.

Soon she was lost just as the rest were in her house. Soon her mind was playing those ever so comforting movies that always ended up with her being awarded all her desires, at least that’s how it started out. The dream seemed harmless at first, it started like the rest, a normal day at home, her mind drifting off into space as her mother spoke in circles about some other thing she disagreed with, then shortly the bell would ring and her mother would stop like always. A look of understanding and contentment would cross her face and she would just smile walking off to answer the door. Soon the expected shrill scream would echo through her home and sam would run to the door only to discover that her dad had finally returned, apologizing he’d ever left and promising he’d never do it again. So you can imagine her surprise when the doorway came into view it wasn’t her father she saw standing there, it was something…. Else.

Something one cant quite explain with words without sounding insane, or unstable. The black of its face gave you chills, and the cold of its eyes could render you catatonic, leaving you at a loss of words for eternity. In its hand was a staff that at a distance appeared to be wood but if you edged closer it gleamed so bright, it couldn’t possibly be made with anything from this planet. Covering its body was what can only be described as a cloak that floated with an eerie essence about the thing, almost as if itself was alive as well. Sam finally dragged her eyes away trying to look at something else, but when she glanced down a tranluscent white hand was holding onto what was her mother, and as sudden as the sleep came, it went and she had awoke sweat pouring down her forhead, back, and chest, her mattress soaked in the same salty fluid.