In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
I can still feel the terror in the pit of my stomach, hear the cruel wind that wouldn't help me, see the hatred and madness in his usually calm blue eyes, still feel the screams stop in my throat, forming a lump and turning to sobs."
"Only In My Dreams,"
The Angle: Vol. 1993
, Article 26.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1993/iss1/26