The mans pale face moved with cascades of maggots as they fought to escape the deep pits where his eyes should have been. They fell onto Vivian's legs, should could feel them crawling all over her. She tried to move but found that she couldn't, a bear-like grasp had clamped itself around her arm effortlessly holding her to the ground. With his free, icy hand he started to caress her cheek, wiping the tears away as they fell from her eyes, he moved in closer, opening his chapped mouth, a black slime poured from it, trickling down over Vivian's gray sweat shirt. The figure climbed on top of her, she was powerless to stop it. She was surrounded by the smell of death, the hungry maggots, and the putrescent black that dripped its cold wetness onto her face. .
Vivian woke up screaming. Her body trembled with complete and utter terror; her clothes and duvet were soaked with sweat. The dream had been so real; she could still feel the stinging cold from the man's touch, her nostrils still consumed by the odor. Just then she heard a clamor of footsteps racing towards the bedroom, her muscles stiffened and her stomach lurched, the door burst open. .
"Viv? Are you all right?" Jake raced to the side of his convulsing wife and gathered her into his arms. "Oh my god, what happened?" he cupped her face within his hands and looked into her eyes. .
"I'm so glad you?re here." she said wrapping her arms tightly around his warm body. "Our first night away from each other and I have a nightmare. I guess it all goes to show how independent I am." she joked, adverting her eyes away from her husband's worried gaze. Jake gently pressed his lips to her forehead and smiled, taking her clammy hand within his own and drew her up. .
"Come on, I made us some breakfast." .
Vivian clutched on to his hand as they entered the hallway, it looked nothing like it had in her dream, and it was brightly lit with wall lamps allowing her to see the very last door at the end of the hall.