fear

My dreams swirled in a haze of innocence when a desperate voice pierced through the peaceful slumber.

"Wake up! My baby, please wake up!" My mother's frantic words echoed in the dimly lit room.

Startled, my eyes fluttered open, heart pounding in my small chest. I squinted through the darkness, my mother's silhouette taking form. "Mummy, what's wrong?" I stammered, my voice trembling.

My mother's face, illuminated by the faint moonlight seeping through the curtains, was etched with fear and urgency. "You need to go now," she urged, her eyes darting towards the bedroom door.

My confusion deepened as I glanced at the clock – it read 2:34 AM. Fear gnawed at me, a chilling sensation settling in my stomach. "But, Mummy, what's happening?" I whispered, pulling the covers closer.