The Voice in your Head

[Laur Doyle]

Laur twisted and turned within a bed, the sheets entangled themselves around her body as the once reluctant mutant was assailed with nightmares once more. No matter what she did to prepare herself for a night of rest, after putting her four year old daughter to sleep, did aught to dissuade the images from coming. But now they were different, in a strange, often subtle way they were worse than the ones before. Sometimes she'd be spared the images, thoughts, feelings that flitted through her unconscious mind and sink into dreamless slumber. Those times were few and far between. Tonight was not one of the blessed exemptions.