Sky

 Sunlight streamed through the window, casting long stripes across the bed, where a girl slept peacefully. Her name was Emily. She was twelve years old. As she lay there, Emily had the odd sensation that something was... different. It was hard to put her finger on it, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. She yawned and stretched, rolling over to face the other way.

The walls of her room were covered in posters of her favorite bands and actors. There was a small desk by the window, cluttered with schoolbooks and paintbrushes. Her toys were neatly arranged on a shelf above her bed. Everything seemed so normal, so familiar. But still, that nagging feeling wouldn't go away.

Emily sat up suddenly, her eyes wide open. She glanced around the room, her heart racing. What was it? Something felt... off. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, taking a tentative step forward. The floorboards creaked beneath her feet, and she shivered. It was like she could feel eyes on her, watching her every move.

She walked over to her bedroom door and hesitantly turned the knob. The door creaked open, revealing the hallway beyond. The hallway was empty, the carpet soft beneath her feet. But still, that feeling... it was almost as if she wasn't alone. She took another step, her heart pounding in her chest, and then another.

As she continued down the hall, she couldn't help but wonder what had caused that strange sensation earlier. It was almost as if she had stepped into someone else's dream. Or maybe... she thought, her heart racing even faster... maybe she was the one who didn't belong.