Science Fiction: Welcome to my Worlds

“Missy.” He spoke softly and restrained himself from shaking or nudging her. From his own experiences, he knew that was not a good idea. She had always been a heavy sleeper, though, so he might wind up having to shout to wake her. He thought was pretty sure that once she woke the phenomena would be interrupted and she could then continue sleeping normally without the side effects from her wakening talent. As far as he knew this was the first time—or second, he supposed if you counted the occurrence with the intruders in India—that it had manifested. She started breathing more erratically, almost in quick gasps, as a smug-looking smile spread on her face.

“Missy, Wake up!” It wasn’t exactly a shout, but he was glad they didn’t have any tenants in the motel yet. Still she didn’t wake. But apparently she did notice and was working it into her dream… and not necessarily in a good way. The smile faded slowly and a frown took its place.

Still suspended in the air, the doll began spinning end-over-end. Faster and faster until it became a blur. The Hawking picture accelerated abruptly in his direction, still spinning as well. He didn’t have time to raise an arm before it smashed itself to splinters of glass and twisted fragments of metal six inches from his stomach.