Just a dream.

It was 2 am. The final bus of the night was rolling away from the station, I sat alone glumly staring outside my window.

The bus comes to a stop, with a whirl of snow and wind he slowly walks down the aisle. I do not look. I do not care. Just another commuter.

Then I feel the seat shift as the man sits next to me. I wonder why- the bus is empty. Perhaps he wants to chat? But he is silent and I am slowly filled with dread. His hat is pulled over his face. I try to ignore his presence. Until he puts a hand on my shoulder and hisses,

"Wake up."

I woke suddenly gasping for breath in my bed. I laugh with relief. Just a dream.

Until I see him standing before my bed.