You’re dreaming.”The sound of my step-dad’s voice startled me. My eyes found Ted’s and then trailed toward his fingers, which had my arm in a tight grip. My focus traveled downward, and I found myself looking at my bare toes that were hanging just over the edge of our empty swimming pool. All I had to do was lean forward, and I’d find myself at the bottom of an eight-foot concrete hole.“How’d I get out here?” I asked, my voice shaking.“You were sleepwalking”Sleepwalking?“Must have been a pretty wicked dream.” Mike’s voice sounded strangely hollow, like he was speaking from somewhere miles away. I knew he was right behind me, so why did I think he was still in my dream?The dream!The images from that nightmare came racing back and the realization sent my head spinning. Mike was the person who was falling.My brother was going to die!I felt my legs give way beneath me. I heard my mother scream as I fell into steady hands.Then darkness.Don’t Tell Mother by Tara West This is a work of fiction.
