Rachel woke up in her bed. Sitting up, she looked around her room. She rubbed her eyes, remembering that she had left the light on before falling asleep. She saw her hardwood floor, saw the jeans and shirt that she had thrown off and tossed on the floor beside her bed. Breathing heavily and feeling the sweat soaking her nightshirt, she threw herself back against her pillows.
"Just a dream," she whispered to herself, looking at the small television set that was sitting on top of the entertainment center across from her bedroom, moving her eyes to her computer on the computer desk that her father had built her.