in a dream

in my dreams there is always a man, he had long black hair , skin pale white and tall i don't know who he is or if he was even human. The dream is never the same, but he is. The man in my dream is always consistant. I couldn't tell you what time he comes to me, but it's nearly every night.

My heart started pounding, as he leapt to his feet and called my name, over and over again. I couldn't answer. The gust of wind turned to a blazer.

With Each wind strike he made an inch closer and closer until I woke up panting and drenched in sweat,. "I'm dreaming!" I said out loud, looking around in excitement as my surroundings slowly became clearer I was in my room,