I was asleep, exhausted from the previous day, as I had taken part in a football tournament. My body ached from the various tackles but remembering the pain I went through some days later it was nothing compared to the discomfort that particular night.
In my dream somebody shoots the ball towards me, I try to block it, it hits my chest and then: a horrible noise as if the ball exploded a moment before it touched my chest. I feel it bounce onto my body.
Something made me tear my eyes open. I was back in my room in bed, drops of sweat rolling down my face. I still felt the ball on my chest so I touched it- and froze. Not only was there something sharp on my chest, but there was a tall figure standing in my door. Only after a minute was I able to blink, but the figure did not move. Slowly I turned on the light, which was situated on the left of my bed. The familiar click, and the light was on…..but the silhouette remained where it was and strangely the light did not reach his face. Then he moved. “Don’t be afraid now, you’ll have to get used to much worse soon.” The figure turned and walked away. In my hand I held a yellow rose with a letter.