The wind howling through the window broke into my sleep and replaced the ghastly sounds of tearing flesh. Panicked; I replayed the dream in my head, laughing a bit as I realized I was warm and snug under the covers.
In the dream I was dancing. My body too warm, the room off kilter. My brain seemed to itch where my neck met my spine. I left the dance floor, disgusted with a partner taking liberties. Outside it was cool and sharp. The full moon beautiful in the clear night sky. He followed me out. Running, running in the woods, branches tearing at my clothes, twigs slashing at my tender skin. Ragged breath, pounding heart. Prey and predator.
He should have kicked off his cowboy boots. That's the first thing they tell you to do when you're running for your life. Barefoot is best. Of course, I'd had the advantage once I was on all fours. They're unlikely to find the bits of him that were left.
I'll have to go back this morning before his car is discovered. Searchers would find the tatters of my red dress covered in blood at the edge of the ravine. They'd think the worst. But they'd be wrong. I'm safe. Safe and snug in my bed.