The motel burns around her. Charred bodies litter the broken ground, falling to ash in the cyclone that fills her mind. They lay hands on her and ignite, the terrible scent of burning flesh filling her nostrils yet again.
There is a box of steel, and she does not want to enter it. The fires flare around her, and it is the only place to run. Jets of flame lick her skin, turning the pale flesh grey, and she is frightened, crawling into the only place left untouched by flame, desperate to escape. No luck. Ashen hands slam the lid down upon her, and her mind explodes in darkness. She screams soundlessly into the void...
A tremor rips through the sleeping body, and the girl's eyes bolt open, a primal scream tearing unbidden from her lips. Her entire body convulses, and then she curls up and is still, save for the deep breaths wracking her small frame as she sobs quietly into the blanket.