Short Time Sherri

Sherri’s heart was racing, her breathing was heavy and erratic, her mouth bone-dry. She looked at the clock display on the ceiling: 3:45 AM. She sat up in her bed, spun around and landed her feet flat on the floor. The thick carpet comforted her, helping her to calm herself. She wished she could wipe the dream from her memory, but it was persistent. With her heart still pounding, she put on her slippers and grabbed a robe from the oversized walk-in closet.

She shuffled out of her bedroom, do...