As I descended, I felt an intense heat as if I was in a fiery furnace. Nothing I did seemed to help cool me off and I began to wish I had stayed above where it was cold.

If I hadn't had as many butterflies in my stomach, I would never have known I was falling. Everything around me was just one color - flourescent orange that nearly burned my eyes. Nothing had a shadow, or a shape. It was almost as if I was in water.

At a rapid speed, I continued to plummet downward and wondered in horror if I would just keep falling forever.

I shot up from my bed screaming and my mother darted into my bedroom.

"What?!" She panicked.

"What's wrong!?" She gasped. I was so glad to see her and finally be back in my own room.

"Sorry mom," I responded softly as I peacefully fell back to gently rest my head on my delicate pillow and snuggled comfortably under my toasty welcoming covers. I rested my eyes for a moment and sighed with relief.

"It was only a dream."

"Well," she lectured, "Don't you ever do that again! You nearly..."

"Who's that behind you?" I curiously interrupted with a yawn.

" Oh, this is Doc. Franken." She explained, stepping back so I could see him. He was very large and burly with short dark hair and deep eyes as dark as ebony. Besides not having a green face or bolts in his neck, I'd have sworn he was Frankenstein's monster. Then again, it could have been the name 'doc. Franken'-which sounds very close to doctor Frankenstein that made me think of him that way.

"He is here to... uh... check your throat," my mother continued hesitantly.

Doc. Franken stepped slowly toward me, carrying a large black bag in his gigantic husky hand. With his black gloomy eyes continually eyeballing me, he sat down next to me on the side of my bed.

"Open your mouth." He ordered sternly. I opened it and he firmly held my chin down with his large rough hands as he examined the inside of my mouth.

"Uh...huh." He grunted to himself as he released his tight grip from my chin.

"Just as I thought." He sighed as my mother leaned forward in worry to see what he was examining.

"What is it?" She asked him anxiously. Doc. Franken kept his eyes on me as he replied.

"It's uh..." he stammered.

"Umm...uh... Hoppingibititisiggibiliosis."He blurted.

"Oh dear!!" My mother gasped in dreadfulness.

"What is that?" I asked in disbelief, raising my eyebrows.

"Shh..." He whispered softly while he leaned toward me to lie me back down on the bed and rubbed his hand over my forehead.

"Never you mind about that. Now you just lie here and relax, my dear. You need your rest."

"But..." I complained, sitting up again.

"I'm not even tired and I don't feel sick at all." Again he pushed me back down onto my pillow.

"You need your rest." He repeated impatiently. I jumped up from my bed.

"I feel fine!" I began doing jumping jacks and dancing around the room followed by a few jumps on my bed.

"See!"I exclaimed,

"I feel great."

"Oh no! She's going delusional!" My mother shrieked in worry. Doc. Frank quickly took my mother by the arm and led her to the door.

"If you would just kindly step outside miss," he calmed her, " I will take care of everything."

As soon as she left the room, Doc. Franken turned around and glared at me with his horrible, monstrous eyes. I froze in place looking back at him, trying to hide my fear. He slowly and silently approached me, continuing to stare into my eyes. Still standing on my bed, I slowly backed away until I ran into the wall behind me. He stopped right in front of me, with his face only a few inches away from mine, his eyes staring me in the face.

"Lie down now and do not get up again for any reason until I permit you to do so." He ordered tyrannically. I quickly collapsed onto my bed, climbed in the covers and lied down as he'd ordered. He then sat down next to me and patted my head softly.

"There's a good little child."He smiled but I knew it wasn't sincere. When I scowled at him and he realized that I knew this, his charm disappeared and he frowned at me.

"Now go to sleep." he commanded.

"But I'm not..."

"Now!" He demanded harshly. Ordinarily, I would have obeyed him, but I didn't dare to let him out of my sight in fear of what he could do when I wasn't looking. "But..."

My whine was interrupted by his startling shout. "NOW!!!"

Distressed, I turned to my side facing away from him, and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. I knew he was watching me and would continue to watch me just as he had been ever since I'd first seen him. I promised myself I wouldn't really fall asleep. There's no telling what he might do while I was asleep. But surprisingly, after only a few moments, I found myself gently sliding into the sweet bliss of oblivion.