She was choking me in my dream.

In my dream she walked in my room and covered my face with a blanket. 

“Let me tell you a story about the greater murderer, Poe.

He killed twelve people, shall I tell you how he killed them?”

She started listing off the murders

and with every person she listed,

another blanket was laid on top of me

the sheets were thankfully thin, but with every one that was added,

I felt my world go darker

and darker

The twelfth sheet was added and my world was almost in darkness

I couldn’t breathe because of all the blankets

“But did you know?” The girl told me, “He killed a thirteenth person?”

And with that I felt her grab my neck through the sheets

she was choking me

I couldn’t breathe

I jerked my neck to the left and peeked my head out from the blankets

The pressure around my neck slacked and I found no one in the room.

I went to bed again.

This time i dreamt of dolls and forests, of broken limbs and scattered cloth.

I dreamt I was supposed to be the next doll in this dark and dreary place

Bare trees and darkness

Bare trees and darkness