Perrin Bloch

The Dream

It always starts the same way. I'm already running, but from what, I don't know. Every time I look behind me, there’s nothing there. I also don't know why he—she, it, whatever—is chasing me. I am a big guy. 6 feet, 300lbs. I want to stop and find out, or maybe even fight it. But I can't. I'm too scared and when I'm scared, everyone should be. So I’m running. Running through the park first, then the field where everyone plays catch or fetch with the dog, and then through the playground equipment.