She jerks awake right when the thunder strikes its hardest. She's drenched in sweat and was looking across her room. The dark had always made her nervous, even though she was 22. Something about it just gave her the creeps. She grabs the remote control of her TV and quickly turns it on. It's on the news. They're currently talking about the weather, and by the looks of it the rain wasn't going to stop anytime soon. It was scheduled to rain heavy all week, with the possibility of flooding. Well duh, she thinks to herself. It always floods around here. I'm gonna need a damn boat just to get to work. She lays back down in bed and listens to the low hum of the TV. Then it hits her. She begins remembering what she was dreaming about. Ironically enough, it had to do with the rain and flooding, but someone was drowning. It was a little boy, a cute little boy, with caramel brown hair, green eyes and a red t-shirt with a monster truck on the front. He had little gray cargo shorts, and red chuck taylors on. It made her nervous how detailed it all was. And for some reason, she couldn't move to save the boy. It was like being thrown into someone's body who was watching this happen. How could someone watch a child die? She quickly tried to get it out of her mind. It was a dream after all, and she would never let something happen to a child. She pulled her blanket up under her chin and fell back into sleep, forgetting all about the little boy who was drowning.
Well, let me know what you guys think. I have a lot of ideas for this story and let me know if your interested in finding out the truth behind the dream. :)