“Get ready”, he heard it – there was no mistake. A whisper of night whizzed in his ear. He opened his eyes to the darkness of his bedroom and the barrel of a gun. There was no one around. It was almost eerie.
Was it a nightmare? He asked himself; but then dreams don’t speak in your head – part of him argued. His throat became dry as the smell of gunpowder reached his nostrils.
Was this the last moment? Had his time come? Cold sweat appeared in his forehead and he touched it to see if those sweat beads were real – which is when he actually woke up.
[Inspired by MadVerse prompt]