Write a story that ends with it was just a dream

Is dark in the room, I can't see them but they are here, I hear them giggle the whisper in my ear " come, come join us in the dark, is so nice in here", I can't stay lucid they are making me go crazy, I find something on the floor is a knife, I don't know what came over me but I stabbed them, even though I can see them I tried, with everything left of me I tried, them I see the light is weak but is there and I run for it I ran like I never did before when I get closer the light it disappears then is pleached black again and I realize it was just a dream I'm still in the dark

in at least 150 words, discuss the tone of the narrator in "i stand here ironing," and explain how it impacts the telling of the story

- the heat nearly killed them that first summer.