Dream Nine

The city was dark as I dashed up the stairs to my
apartment. I rushed through the door and gathered the
papers that Rama had asked me to find. Papers in hand I
darted back into the night, bounding down the steps to the
street.

Rama’s apartment was underneath mine, and I had just
rounded the apartment’s edge when a man in dark energy and
matching clothing startled me. He rushed forward and
grabbed my neck. Surprised and filled with fear and
confusion, I froze, dreamtime. Slow motion seconds passed,
and I was unable to move.