I had this dream. I only remember the night, the moon, the water, the grass.
I remember I jumped. I remember I ran. I remember I escaped, and something was following me; something small, something black, something fast and dangerous.
A demoniac kid?
I remember how fresh everything was, and how dark the room was. I remember this please that wanted to swallow me, without scape, without an option.
And then, I woke up.