10″"Oh, you’re awake, my love."
She leans over you, brushing a kiss to your forehead. Her scent is familiar, comforting.
*You don’t remember falling asleep."
The room is too perfect. The air too still.
"You were having bad dreams again," "she whispers.* "But don’t worry—I won’t let anything hurt you."
She smiles.
"Ever again."
(…Something is wrong. But what?)
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