A heart beats very loud in Connie's room, but it isn't her own. As the clock strikes twelve, the heartbeat gets louder and faster. The walls appear to be respirating to the beat. Something in Connie's room is coming to life. Then Connie stirred in her sleep. She is awakened by the heartbeat. "Who's there, who is it"? Asked Connie as she awakes from her last dream.
Connie jumped up and ran to the closet. She tried to open the door, but it had been locked for years. She listened at the door. She could hear a small voice whispering, "let me out, I can't breath, let me out". The voice was of a young child. It sounded very much like her own voice. Connie was determined to find out who was inside of her closet. The very closet her father begged her not to tamper with. "Who are you? Who's there"? Connie felt ridiculous talking to a blank door. But she had some relief when she heard a response. "I am Einnoc, I am Einnoc, let me out". Here I have Connie's story of dreams. She is a dreamer whose dreams come true.