He awoke in a cold sweat, the sheets suffocating him; his heart pounding in his chest.
Damn, he thought. Not that dream, not again... He pulled the sheets off of himself, sat up, wiped the sweat off of his face with his hand, and pulled his knees toward his chest, hugging himself. He put his head on his knees, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, trying to calm himself down.
After sitting still for a few moments, he raised his head, and looked at the bare white walls of his room. The moonlight shined through the curtain-less window, illuminating everything with a soft, pale glow and making the walls seem even barer. On one side of the window was the dresser; the bed was on the opposite side against the wall. An alarm clock sat on an end table next to the bed. Across from the foot of the bed was the closet, in-between which sat a computer that he hardly used because of its slow connection. On the opposite wall from the computer was a beanbag chair, and a decently sized TV, and on the same wall as the closet was a desk while in-between the two was the door to his room.
He uncurled himself, and put his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, reaching one of his arms upward for the ceiling fan's cord over his head. After struggling to reach it, he stood on tip-toe, managed to grab hold of it, and heard the soft click as the fan silently whirred to life. Stretching, he flopped back down onto his bed, and looked at the stars outside his window until he fell asleep.
Damn, he thought. Not that dream, not again... He pulled the sheets off of himself, sat up, wiped the sweat off of his face with his hand, and pulled his knees toward his chest, hugging himself. He put his head on his knees, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, trying to calm himself down.
After sitting still for a few moments, he raised his head, and looked at the bare white walls of his room. The moonlight shined through the curtain-less window, illuminating everything with a soft, pale glow and making the walls seem even barer. On one side of the window was the dresser; the bed was on the opposite side against the wall. An alarm clock sat on an end table next to the bed. Across from the foot of the bed was the closet, in-between which sat a computer that he hardly used because of its slow connection. On the opposite wall from the computer was a beanbag chair, and a decently sized TV, and on the same wall as the closet was a desk while in-between the two was the door to his room.
He uncurled himself, and put his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, reaching one of his arms upward for the ceiling fan's cord over his head. After struggling to reach it, he stood on tip-toe, managed to grab hold of it, and heard the soft click as the fan silently whirred to life. Stretching, he flopped back down onto his bed, and looked at the stars outside his window until he fell asleep.
