I arose from my dream. The restless wind outside scrapped viscously at my window. My family were all in bed oblivious to the outside. Horns were honking outside my window and people were screming like their lives depended on it. I was used to noise, but never this loud. Looking out my bedroom window the garden seemed more silent and grim than usual. Shadows were brushing the flowers, and hovering over the ground. I have always been afraid of what I couldn’t see, fear of the unknown. When I was younger pain and terror would keep me up. Everything I thought and imagined felt so real that it controlled me and changed my mind.