You hadn’t visited me in a dream in a long time when the nightmare came. Some might not call it a nightmare and only you would understand why I view it that way.
You were here and we were talking standing by my car. You were asking me questions and I didn’t know how to answer them. I just stood there. I wanted to runaway but didn’t because I didn’t want to alarm my neighbors by acting ridiculous. You started to get frustrated and kissed me. I snapped awake.
The nightmare brought my fear to the surface. You cornering me, getting the answer you want, and us never being able to turn back.