Drafts

And then It started. The dreams. Hundreds of tornadoes, whirling and churning, all headed for her. These dreams lasted about three months, and they occurred once a week. Each dream would wake her, and she would shiver, scared and sitting up, next to her peacefully sleeping husband. The dreams left, and she was relieved. Then one day she and her husband paid a Sunday luncheon visit to his parents, who lived in a beautiful and spacious high-rise apartment, several stories up. The day was gorgeous, one of those autumn days when the air itself sparkles in sunshine, and the breeze gives a premonition of the North wind, yet still warms the skin. One minute she was fine, as they sat in the living room, chatting with her in-laws, who she actually liked, and then suddenly it gripped her.