Ficlets

The room was small, with a rough looking wooden bed in the corner. A small dresser with a cloudy mirror and a pitcher of water was against one wall, and there was a thick braided rug on the floor. A small window near the top of the wall let in what little light filtered through the mist and forest around the house.

I splashed a bit of water from the pitcher on my face and wiped it off with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. I pulled back the covers on the bed and slid under the thick blankets with a sigh of relief. I pulled the covers up to my eyeballs and wiggled around until I was comfortable, and quickly fell asleep.

I woke up an instant later. Dammit. I thought. I just fell asleep. I sat up and looked around slowly. I was back in my own room, with my digital clock glaring at me and screaming to wake up. I slapped it quiet, and rolled out of bed. What a weird dream…