Fighting through the heavy confusion and unconsciousness, I realized what was holding me down. There was a man in my room. In my bed. Panic bled into my veins, and my eyes shot open. “Go back to sleep, malyshka.” My heart began to beat again. “Oh, my gosh,” I breathed heavily in relief. “I thought you were a serial killer.” A low chuckle came from him. “Not too far off.”
