“To die, to sleep –
To sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub,
For in this sleep of death what dreams may come…”
Hamlet, William Shakespeare
She dreamed a recurring dream of death at the hands of the blue-eyed one. He pretended to reach for an embrace, but seized her head, shoulders and twisted. The sleep to end dreams draped over her.
Her eyelids snapped open. Heavy steps approached. Her third eye viewed blue eyes. Since the dream first appeared she slept in dark clothes to meld into the night. She slid her black bag over her shoulder, opened the window, and fell into the darkness. Shadows absorbed her.
As she escaped into the woods, she heard: “I will find you.”