Have you ever died in a nightmare?

It was obvious something was wrong, 

just not what. 

Then the lights went out. 

I knew there was an intruder,

I knew she had mal-intent, 

I knew Joelle was safely hidden,

and I knew I had to hide with Marcela quick. 

We crouched against the couch.

Our backs protected 

but our faces relying on the darkness.

I am unsure if we stayed like that for hours or seconds, 

taking turns peaking over the couch.

There was no one, 

until there was someone. 

A woman materialized 

with black hair and neon yellow bangs

fully dressed in black and a killer's smile. 

She gripped a dripping syringe in her right hand,

looming closer hauntingly slow.

So I pounced.

The vase which appeared in my hand

quickly found a home in her skull,

as her syringe found its own home buried deep in my arm. 

Then the lights returned, 

and with them a moment of clarity. 

I was going to die. 

unless we got to the hospital in time. 

I blinked and I was in the car, 

I blinked and I was dying in the back seat,

I blinked and I was forgotten, 

I blinked and I was dead in the backseat, 

A fate only disproven by the texture of my floral bedsheets.