It was a just a Monday night in January. Lots was on my mind. School, Rugby, GCSEs, the usual. I had just finished eating dinner, spaghetti to be precise. It was already pretty late so I went upstairs to lye on my bed and chill. I felt myself drifting off. Before I knew it I was on a deep sleep. The past few days I haven’t been feeling myself. I wasn’t sure if it was the stress or if I was getting sick, whatever it was, it was really bothering me. I dont know how long I was asleep before the dream started but I had never been so scared and confused in the whole 15 years I have been on this planet. Well it started like this…
Sunday, it was the big game. Finals. Everyone was counting on us to bring back the W. We were favourites. We started off strong with 3 tries within 20 minutes. Halftime struck and the score was 25-22. The conditions were effecting us massively. The rain was progressively getting harder, the pitch getting more waterlogged and the ball was getting slippery. It was the last play of the game. I wasn’t nervous, to be honest I was pretty confident in us. We had the capability and skill to win. 30 seconds left to play the score was 46-46. We were in their half. 2 metres away from their line. Their defence was holding off well. We were all drenched I water. The ball spins towards me. I dropped the ball and followed my foot through for the 3 points to win the game. It was like everything was in slow motion
My eyes opened quickly, it was pitch black, I couldn’t see anything. My heart was beating vigorously, I was sweating all over, my head was pounding. It felt like someone was knocking at my head trying to get in. I reached for my phone,the light blinded me, it was like I was staring into heaven. It was 3:00am. I went back to sleep hoping I would never have to go through what I had just experienced. I was out within 2 seconds.
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