She wondered if she was putting too much thought into it. It was only a dream after all. At least that’s what she tried to tell herself. As much as she wanted to believe it was just a dream, she could remember bits and pieces of that night.
She had been getting sick. Violently. It had been one of her worst nights. Thanks to the recurring dreams, she could vividly remember the pain she was in. Her mouth hurt, her throat hurt, her stomach, her bones, her muscles. Everything hurt. She remembered pleading with the empty air to “please, make it stop!” followed by her mother’s warm embrace and the whispered words. And then nothing.