The Letter

My Dear Francesca

It’s happening again. Last night I woke up in a cold sweat, heart beating so fast I thought it would jump out of my chest. A dream so bad, you just would not comprehend it. Although maybe you could as you are the only one who understands. It was that dream again, the one with all the blood, so real that I could smell it. People slaughtered and blood so warm and sticky that it felt like I was drowning but the blood just kept on coming. I tried to run but how can you outrun something like that? Francesca, I do not know why I am dreaming of this again, all I know is, HE is returning.

Love Antonia