Nightmare

I awake from a nightmare, with a fresh sheen of sweat on my face, to a scream. It's the dead of night and the source of the scream is yet unknown to me. Maybe it was just my imagination playing tricks on me or did I really hear that chilling scream? That nightmare was vivid itself that it could have just been part of it. I wished for my own sake as well as my baby brother's, in the room beside mine, that it would just be my imagination but my eyes stayed fixed on a spot on the ceiling above my head and when dawn finally brought a new day, it also brought my eyes to a close.