The start of the nightmare

Morgan felt a hand on her shoulder and felt a sense of hysteria flood over her. She wanted to scream but couldn’t, she wanted to run but her feet would not move. The hand gripped tighter and started to shake her. “Morgan.” The voice echoed around in her head but did not quite register. The hand shook her even harder and she felt herself shaking inwardly, terror filling her mind and then the words become clearer. “Morgan time to get up, you don’t want to miss your last day at school do you?” asked her Aunt.
“Laura?” Morgan asked drowsily.
“Well who else would it be sweetheart?” Her Aunt smiled humorously at her as she sat up.
“No-one.” Morgan replied as her Aunt Laura opened the drapes. She felt out of breath, as though she had run for miles. She was also feeling a little shaky and she was perspiring badly. She tried to remember her dream, she knew she had been dreaming but could not recall what about. All memory of the dream had drifted the second she had opened her eyes and that had only been seconds ago.

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