“I will kill him.”

Those four words, while I lay nearby on the couch, scrolling through my phone. I started, sitting up a little. Adam always talked in his sleep, but it was usually innocent stuff. “I have a fish,” or, “I like those boots.” We would laugh about it the next day … but, this?

“Give me time,” he said, his voice grainy. He reached at his bedside but there was no water there. He rolled the other way and I stared.

“Lawrence. I will kill him.”

My heart fell. So, he wanted to kill me after all. It seemed like he had plans to, from somebody else. But it was just a dream, right? They say dreams are fantasies, though.

I eyed the knives in the kitchen, knowing I might need to protect myself. Or eliminate the threat before it started …

Once upon a restless night, I found myself sharing a dorm room with my unpredictable roommate, Mark. While most nights were filled with his usual assortment of incoherent mumbles and occasional snores, this night was different.

As I lay in my own bed, trying to ignore the symphony of sounds emanating from Mark's side of the room, I suddenly heard him speak clearly, though still in a hushed, dreamy tone. "Warning... beware the shadows," he muttered.

Startled, I turned to look at him. His face was contorted in an expression of fear, yet his eyes remained closed. It was as if he was trapped in a nightmare he couldn't escape. My curiosity got the better of me, and I strained to listen to his sleep-talk, hoping to understand more.

Mark continued, "They come... from the darkness. Don't trust... the whispers."

His words sent shivers down my spine. I had always known Mark to be a heavy sleeper, but I had never heard him speak so coherently in his sleep before, let alone utter something so eerie. The room, dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the curtains, seemed to take on a more sinister atmosphere.

I contemplated waking him up to see if he was okay, but the fear in his voice made me hesitate. Instead, I decided to stay awake and keep an eye on him. As the night wore on, Mark's sleep-talking grew less frequent, and he eventually settled into a more peaceful slumber.

The next morning, I couldn't help but ask him about his unusual nocturnal ramblings. He looked at me, confused, with no recollection of his sleep-talk. It was as if the words had never left his lips.

Though I tried to brush it off as a bizarre dream of his own, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to those cryptic words. And so, with a lingering sense of unease, we went about our day, but the warning from Mark's sleep remained etched in my mind, a mystery waiting to be unraveled.th

I wake to the sound of strangled screaming. The hallway is cold and dim as I stumble down it, still half-asleep but waking up quickly, towards the epicenter of the noise.

David lies twisted up in the bedsheets. His chest rises and falls too quickly, the throb at his pulse point accelerating into a panicky rhythm. I run to the bedside, hands hovering. Inadequate. I give a soft “hey” and began to tap firmly at his shoulder. He makes an aborted attempt at speaking, eyes writhing and rolling underneath closed eyelids. “I— I can’t—“

“Hey,” I plead, more urgently. I grab his hands to keep them from scrabbling at his throat and press them into the mattress near his side. “Wake. Up,” I hiss.

He gasps, pitches forward, clutching his neck. “I can’t— breathe! It’s— he’s choking me!” I yank his hand away and crush it into the mattress again. “Who? Who’s choking you?!” He hiccups, sounding dangerously close to tears. “He looks like m—“ He stops, as if broken off by an external force again. “Tomorrow,” he whimpers. “Tomorrow.”

The words send shivers coursing through my body. The shadows around us suddenly feel alive, summoned, like an unseen presence has heard us calling.

David stops breathing.

“David!” I scream, jumping onto the bed and shaking him violently by the shoulders. “What? What is it?” he said, blinking awake and breathing harshly.

“You—it—“ My tongue feels strangely clogged. “If you wanted to cuddle, all you had to do was ask,” he snorts, wavering at the end. I shake my head. “David, you were—“ I bite the inside of my cheek and gnaw on the words before finally admitting, “It sounded like you were being murdered.”

His brow wrinkles thoughtfully.

“That’s not all though, you kept saying you were being choked. And… ‘tomorrow’. You repeated that word over and over.”

David lifts one eyebrow, but the cheeky glint behind his eyes betrays him. “Are you saying you want me to stay home tomorrow? You think it was a warning?”

My heart squeezes so hard it hurts at the way he says “home” when he could chosen anything from “here” to “this dingy old flat that costs too much”.

“I don’t want you getting hurt. Or worse,” I say by way of explanation.

“You’re so…” His nose scrunches up adorably, lips parting, but then he smiles. And it’s quiet. Private. Like he doesn’t mean for anyone else to see it. I notice when the sentence changes course. “Did you want to cuddle?”

It’s too warm, suddenly. “Yeah.”

It’s too soft when he brushes his palm over my shoulder, my back. We curl into each other, my chest to his spine, and I know I shouldn’t want more than this. But I do.

——

I call in sick the next day. There’s this growing pit of anxiety in my stomach that tells me I NEED to keep an eye on David at any cost. As I juggle between forcing him to binge baking shows with me, having him read to me, and grabbing leftovers from the fridge to sustain us both, I can’t help but feel that the real danger is something I cannot protect him from.

——

“You don’t need to take care of me, I’m not actually sick,” he says through mouthfuls of cold noodles. He rarely giggles, but he does so now, and it’s addictive. Inebriating. I could get drunk on it quicker than actual liquor.

Before I can stop I’m reaching out, tracing over the contours of his face, watching his cheek flush wherever I graze it. I still my hand in horror once I realize what I’ve done. “Do it again,” he whispers. Then he shakes his head, apologizing. “Please, I mean. Only if you want to.”

I shut him up with the press of my mouth.

Then, startled by my own thoughtlessness, I just as quickly pull away.

“Is this okay?”

“If I say yes, will you promise not to stop?”

I kiss the smirk off of his face. And then it’s quiet. There’s a lull as I put away the late dinner and we both go through the motions of getting ready for bed.

David walks into my bedroom, looking nervous. “So. I was wondering if. I mean. I don’t think I can make it through tonight by myself. I don’t… want to be alone.”

“You delusional git,” I say fondly. “I stayed home all day to keep you safe. I’m not about to leave when it’s most dangerous.”

——

We nest up in my bed (it’s not like his bed is dangerous or anything, but at the same time, you can never be too careful). He asked if I would kiss him again, so I did, but he got this really sad look on his face afterwards.

“What’s wrong?”

David sighs. Stares at the moth tattoo on my wrist. Swallows. “Look, you don’t need to do this just because I like you. Or because you’re trying to cheer me up or something.”

I almost laugh out of sheer bewilderment. “What do you mean?”

“This—“ He gestures between us. “It’s something I never thought I’d have, so please don’t get my hopes up just to shoot them down.”

I splay a hand over his bare skin, watching the contrast, brown against the pale, freckled expanse of his shoulder. I lean down to kiss the spaces in between my fingers. “I’m doing this for no reason other than the fact that I want to. I really, really— I like you.”

David blushes a deep strawberry color at that. Then his face goes odd and he asks if I think he’s going to die tonight.

“I—“ Suddenly, he presses a finger to my lips. “Something’s here,” he whispers feverishly.

I follow his gaze to a corner of the room, where shadows are collecting. The shape gets clearer as it moves closer.

“It’s… David?” I murmur. I’m unprepared when the Shadow-David bares its nails and lunges at his throat.

Audrey walks into the apartment, her arms laden with grocery bags. She places them on the counter as Emily comes out of her room.

“Hey!” Audrey greets when she sees her roommate. “I couldn’t remember which kind of gatorade you said you wanted so I just went for classic fruit punch. I hope that’s okay.”

“Yeah. Yeah, no that’s fine.”

Emily hasn’t seen her roommate since last night; Audrey was gone when she woke up this morning. She’s not sure if that’s for the best or not.

She eyes her roommate warily as she unpacks the bags. Normally she would have jumped in to help but she just can’t bring herself to. It doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Is everything okay?” Audrey laughs but it’s shaky and a little nervous.

“Did you know you talked in your sleep last night?”

“Yeah, I told you I was a sleep talker when we moved in together. You said it was fine.” She shrugs. “What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is what you said.” Emily pushes off the wall she was leaning on and walks over to stand across from Audrey on the opposite side of the counter.

Audrey stops unpacking the groceries and looks at her confused. “Ohhh kay, what did I say?”

“Does ‘The Patchwork Man’ mean anything to you?” Emily watches her roommate’s face closely.

Audrey’s brows furrow. “No… should it?”

“I don’t know, you tell me. You’re the one that mentioned him in your sleep last night.”

“Okay,” Audrey laughs again and it’s shaky. “Well I can’t exactly control it and I don’t always know what I’ve said in the morning.” She starts unloading the groceries again, desperate for a distraction. “I’m sorry if it kept you up last night.”

“No it’s not that. Your sleep talking doesn’t really bother me.”

Audrey stops and turns to face Emily. “Then what is it?”

“It’s what you said.” Emily talks slowly.

“So what did I say?”

Emily doesn’t say anything. Her mouth is twisted into a grimace and her eyes scan the apartment, looking at anything but Audrey.

“What?” Audrey breaks the silence. She can’t take it. “What is it? You’re kinda freaking me out here.” She shifts her weight anxiously between her feet. She grips the counter top in front of her as she waits for Emily to say her peace.

“You said he was coming.” Emily’s arms circle around her abdomen, she holds herself tight. She can still hear the panic in Audrey’s voice, can still see the pain on her face as she thrashed in her bed before going still. Audrey fell silent afterwards but Emily wasn’t able to sleep for the rest of the night.

“What?” Audrey releases her grip on the counter and her eyebrows furrow. All the energy she had left her body.

“The Patchwork Man.” Emily talks slowly and gently. She’s afraid she’ll set Audrey off; afraid anything she says might unveil some kind of memory for Audrey and then they’ll both learn something they’d rather not. “You said that he was coming back for you.”

“Coming back?”

Emily nods.

Audrey huffs. “What’s that supposed mean?”

“I don’t know.” Emily shrugs. “Audrey, is something going on? Who’s the Patchwork Man?”

“I don’t know.” Audrey’s stare is wide and vacant. She’s wracking her brain for any memory of what she said last night, for any memory of the Parchwork Man, but she’s coming up empty. She doesn’t remember a single thing.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Emily’s panic starts to rise. She’s not sure what she was expecting, for Audrey to say he’s just some boogeyman and it’s nothing to worry about, for Audrey to tell her who the Parchwork Man is and why she was so afraid. Somehow having no answer is worse.

“I mean, I don’t know!” Audrey begins unpacking the last of the groceries from the bag on the counter.

“Don’t know— Audrey you were terrified!” She walks around the counter but stays out of the kitchen.

Audrey is zipping back and forth from the counter to the fridge and pantry. Emily wants to get her attention but she doesn’t want to be in her way either. Something’s not right. Audrey’s acting too scared to not know what Emily’s talking about.

“You kept saying things like, ‘No not again! Please not again!’” Emily stares at her roommate in disbelief. “Trust me, you knew!”

“Yeah well not anymore.”

Emily opens her mouth to say something but Audrey cuts her off.

“I don’t think I can be here right now.” Audrey grabs her purse off the counter. She walks towards the entrance of their apartment, Emily follows.

“Can’t— Audrey where are you going?”

“Out.” Audrey opens the door. “I can’t be here.” She steps out the door and closes in behind her. The sound echoes through their apartment.

“Audrey!” Emily races to the door and pulls it open. She scans the hall for Audrey, but she’s already gone.

His roommate’s snores had awoken him in the middle of the night. He thought about wearing his earplugs but a burst of energy surges through him, telling him he won’t easily go back to sleep. So he gets up from his bed and heads to their small kitchen. A rarely used amenity in their tiny apartment as he and his roommate relied more on fast food rather than their lackluster cooking skills. He decides to make some tea after finding a lone tea packet in a box on their counter. He puts it on and watches funny clips on his phone while he waits. When his tea is finished brewing it whistles for his attention. He stops the video he’s watching and pockets his phone in his pajama pants. He looks up, reaching for the cabinet above him. Looking around said cabinet is difficult because it could barely open with how cramped the kitchen space is. Still, he manages to pull out his favorite mug.

He places his mug on the counter and then grabs a potholder to take hold of the teapot. He pours the tea into his mug and places the teapot back on the stove. Taking a sip of tea, he allows himself to relax but then hears something startling. His roommate's snores had become frantic words. They sounded mushed together and he couldn’t make out what was being said, well, not from here at least. So he moves out of the kitchen, and over to his roommate's door. Pressing his ear to the door, he tries to make out what his roommate is saying.

“Blue.” He overhears his roommate say over and over but then a full sentence is uttered out.” Don’t believe the man in blue.”

“What?” He finds himself whispering in response.

It seemed his roommate was just spouting out nonsense. He moves away from the door ready to sit in bed and drink his tea but his roommate’s tone elevates.

“Don’t believe the man in blue, he’ll fool you with just one clue. When you see the sign to move straight go back around my child and wait. Passing by will be a cat, who’ll lead you to a code placed on a dryer in a laundromat. Get that code then run and don’t stop for anyone. You’ll come across a green building with a hidden door use that code and we’ll be together once more.”

He looks around a bit befuddled. Was his roommate watching horror movies before bed and repeating dialogue or something? Or was it a book whose words were ingrained in his subconscious? Or maybe a childhood memory he could only remember in a dream? He takes a sip of his tea as his roommate repeats the rhyme again. Whatever the source the rhyme is strange. A type of strange that perfectly matches his roommate. His roommate who never stuck around for conversation and is aloof about his source of income. And then there was his roommate's strange garden that he grew in a terrarium in his room. It was full of plants he’s never seen before and when he snuck in to do a reverse Google search to find the species nothing came up. There was also an incident where he caught his roommate speaking gibberish to a mirror on the wall. Once his roommate realized he was there, he laughed it off and claimed it was a confidence booster he did.

And maybe it was. Or maybe something else was clearly going on. Either way, his roommate always paid his half of the rent on time so who was he to complain? He just needs to mind his business and head back to bed. He takes a sip of his tea as he stands unmoving. His mother always told him that he was an overthinker with a hyperactive imagination. Yes, that’s it. It’s simply his mind going into overdrive. His roommate repeats his earlier rhyme again and as much as he wants to walk away…he’s knocking on the door.

It takes a couple of knocks but he hears his roommate stir awake.

“Mmm,” he hears, and then a groan in response.

Soon his roommate’s door opens and he’s greeted with a disgruntled look.

“Why’d you wake me?” His roommate asks in irritation.

“You were talking in your sleep again,” he responds, taking a nervous sip of his tea.

“Oh, it wasn’t the one where I’m naked in front of a live studio audience is it?”

“No…I don’t think so,” he replies, awkwardly. “You kept weirdly rhyming.”

“What was I saying?” His roommate inquires.

“I don’t know but have you been watching horror movies with creepy children singing again?” He asks with concern.

“What?”

“It’s just you were saying a really creepy rhyme in your sleep tonight.”

“What was I saying?” His roommate inquires again with a hint of desperation this time around.

“Something about someone wearing blue and not trusting them.” He replies with a shrug.

He didn’t know why his roommate wanted to know the rhyme when whatever he was dreaming was clearly just a dream.

“Bro, I need to know what I said word for word. Please.”

He repeats as much as he could remember which is surprisingly the whole thing. Its catchy rhyming scheme had gotten stuck in his head.

“It’s finally happening!”His roommate says with joy.

“What’s happening?” He says back with confusion.

“I’m finally going to meet her,” his roommate goes back into his room and he follows after.

“Meet who?” He wonders.

His roommate picks up some clean clothes from a pile of stacked clothes. At least he hopes they're clean. They look nicer than what he usually wears so they probably are.

“I'm going to meet my mom!”His roommate exclaims with a joy he’d never seen displayed from him before.

At that moment, his roommate didn’t seem like a mystery at all. No, he’s an open book and he finds himself liking what he reads.

“Who’s Luca?” Eureka asked. He couldn’t help it, he had to know, but he regrets the question instantly.

Angelo’s brow furrows instantly, his mouth shifting down in the frown. His jaw sets hard, his nostrils flare as he inhales. Silver eyelashes flutter as his gaze traces down.

Eureka swallows nothing, attempting to moisten his suddenly dry throat. He’s made a mistake.

They were just having breakfast, Angelo sitting across from him. Now his eyes cast down on the plate of food in front of him as if studying what he suddenly has no appetite for you.

“You talk in your sleep,” he tries to explain but the words get caught in his dry throat.

Talking is an understatement actually, it’s more like he screams in his sleep. It’s not as if Eureka can hear a brief utterance of the name. It’s more that Angelo writhes in sleep, shouting about Luca and how Angelo needs him to answer.

It’s so insistent that Angelo’s voice rises to a volume Eureka can hear his roommates cries through his headphones blasting whatever baroque music he’s chosen for the night.

Angelo doesn’t meet his gaze, his storm grey eyes unable to focus on anything. Tan hands rest on either side of his half eaten breakfast, flattening and curling idly.

“I just thought maybe I’d bring it up. It seems like you have something you may want to tell him,” Eureka says.

Angelo’s eyes flick up to meet Eureka’s. His eyes are narrowed as if he’s confused about the image of the person in front of him.

Eureka feels nothing but regret about opening his mouth at the sight of Angelo’s anguished face as his plush lips twist into a frown and his brows crease together. His grey eyes look glossy as they search Eureka’s face, making his scarred face look more youthful.

“He’s…” Angelo trails off unable to get the words out.

Eureka knows. He knows what Angelo can’t say. He doesn’t need to know who Luca is or what exactly happened to him but he has a feeling Angelo can’t share what he wants to with him.

“I’m sorry it’s not my place,” Eureka looks down at his cup of coffee.

“No, I just,” Angelo says and Eureka can tell he’s forcing the words out.

“You would probably understand better than must, huh?” He says softly.

Eureka looks back up at Angelo. His silver eyes are cast down but he looks more present.

“Probably, but you don’t have to share.”

“Ugh”, I slump even deeper into my bed.

Pillows everywhere, and empty plate of food beside me and a laptop open to an unfinished essay tilted “The River Nile”.

I hate all-nighters.

And there goes the last sip of my third coffee, great.

I slowly reach out for my phone and check the time. Only 2:47am.

The thing that annoys me most is Kayla, fast asleep it the bed across the room. She is the perfect combination of, smart, organised and popular. The obvious favourite.

I can’t wait until she starts sleep talking again.

I place down my phone back on my nightstand. This assignment is already past due. Hurry up, just write!

Then I finally hear a few words escape from Kayla’s mouth.

“Once, only, because”, she mumbled.

That didn’t make any sense.

“Don’t tell!”, she almost yelled.

Since when did Kayla have secrets? She never had to hide anything thing. She could get any guy she wanted just by looking at them. I didn’t think anything could be wrong with Little Mrs Know It All.

“Arthur- I, I- it was me”, she mumbled in horror.

I always knew that there was something strange about my boyfriends recent disappearance.

I sat up in my hospital bed and reached over to the nightstand where my glass of water sat. I grabbed it and took a sip as I looked at the patient next to me as the curtains were open. He was on the bus with me when it crashed. At first I thought he was in a coma but he moves and speaks as if he’s having a nightmare that never ends. Leading up to this point in time I had been bed ridden after the accident but the doctors said that I could move freely after a couple weeks. I slowly inched to the side of the bed, grabbing my IV drip along the way to help out. I used it to help stand up as I placed my thinly covered feet on the cold tiled floor. “No please.” The boy in the other bed shifted around making me sigh. He had been like this for weeks and I felt bad for him, now that I could walk though I feel it may be nice to get to know him. I slowly made my way to the end of his bed as he mumbled to himself. I picked up the clipboard and only checked his name, not wanting to invade his privacy too much. “Daniel Anderson..” never heard of him in my life, have learnt a lot though through his sleep talking. His father must’ve been a bad man and he’s a very cautious person. He seems to have a lot of things to worry about in there. I put the clipboard back in the slot and walked up to the side of his bed. I placed my hand on his forehead which was extremely hot and coated in a layer of sweat. I was about to pull away but his hand shot up and grabbed my wrist, his eyes wide open. I jumped and immediately tried to pull my hand away. “Run.” My breathing got heavier as I still tried to pull away with all my strength. “They’re coming to get you.” I didn’t know what to say, I put my other hand on his and tried to pry it off. “They’re coming. Run. They’re going to get you.” “Who?!” He let go, his arm went limp again and I pulled my hand away the second I could. “Daniel.” I shook his shoulder. “Daniel wake the hell up!” I shook his more and he mumbled as he rolled over. “You were just awake! Daniel what are you talking about.” He suddenly shot up, his shirt soaking as he looked at me with wide eyes. “Daniel?” “Who the hell are you? Where am I?” “I’m Marty, we were in a car accident so you’re in the hospital.” He didn’t say anything, he just looked around. “Hey umm, what were you dreaming about?” “What?” “You told me they were coming?” “What?” “Yeah man, are you okay?” “Yeah. I’m going home.” He shifted to the side of the bed and stood up. “Dude you can’t, you have to stay here.” “I’m fine.” He ripped out the IV and started walking to the door. He stopped and started stepping back from the door. He ran over to the window and tried to open it with no avail. “Daniel what are you doing?” He was breathing heavily as he started stepping away from the window as well. I walked over to see what he was doing and stumbled back when I saw what was there. A large black mass was climbing the hospital, long arms extending to the window as it scaled the wall like a spider. I scrambled back towards the beds, Daniel stood up and ran back to the door. I could hear the door open but I was too busy looking at the long arms which climbed up onto the balcony which crumbled under its weight. I stopped moving as it crashed through the window, black goo seeping through the shattered glass. “Marty!” Daniel grabbed my arm and dragged me across the floor as the mass engulfed the entire room. I stumbled onto my feet and ran with Daniel, my hospital socks slipping on the floor as we ran. Daniel slammed the door behind us I was about to say something but it was too late as the IV was ripped out of my arm as the pole was on the other side of the door. I hissed at the pain but kept running with Daniel. The black mass burst through the wall and started clambering down the hall towards us. The hospital socks weren’t grippy enough so I slipped as Daniel kept running. He turned around as I tried to stand up but couldn’t, not only because of the socks but because I was still weak. “Just go!” Daniel kept running, it kind of pained me to see him run away but he did only meet me a few minutes ago. I looked behind me at the creature who ran right over me without a problem. It was dark, I tried to breathe but instead black goo got sucked through my nostrils. I gasped and felt the liquid fill my lungs. My eyes burned as I clenched them shut, my arm stung where the IV was ripped out. I tried to bring my arms up but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I felt limp. I felt empty. I felt nothing. I felt darkness wash over me. I hope Daniel’s okay. I hope he makes it. I hope it was worth it. I sank. Sank into the darkness. Sank into nothing…

Nothing at all…

…

Just emptiness…

Darkness…

Silence…

Death…

…

Doctors,worry,fear Bandages,blood Your sleeping every day There’s only one day your awake

Anger,hatred You wanna shut the world out But you and your loved ones are staying strong That’s all that matters ❤️

Darkness Not a single light is turned on Trauma,terrible memories,sad days The worst days are in the hospital room

I’m sad for you but I’m not worried Because there’s at least one thing I know No matter what happens to you you’ve made an impact on this world Your spirit will survive

No matter what happens your battle will end You will be at the end of the hurricane soon No matter what things you gotta do Do it to reach the end Your spirit will survive

You may not be the same person At the end But you’ve made such a big impact even if it’s just the beginning of your life That you don’t need to do no more

Even if it’s a changed person Or even if it’s only in there hearts You still survived

I was up late one night on my computer, studying for my upcoming test when I heard my roommate, Olivia, murmur something in her sleep. At first I didn’t think much of it, she talked in her sleep quite a lot, but when she started saying things like “Hide!”, “Help me”, and “They’re here.” It worried me, what was she dreaming about? Initially, she was only saying these things quietly and just tossing and turning, but it got worse.

I rushed to her bed to wake her up, I couldn’t stand anymore of this. I started shaking her, but it only seemed to get worse. Then she exclaimed, “Claire run!!” A shiver found its way up my spine. My name is Claire. I started panicking, violently shaking Olivia, yelling at her to wake up. Suddenly she went calm, then started slowly muttering “November fourth…” over and over again.

“OLIVIA WAKE UP!” I scream, as she repeats “November fourth” again and again. I started crying, tears falling out of my horrified eyes, and landing on her chest.

I pressed my face into her bed, what was I supposed to do? Clenching the sheets between my fists I cry more, there was nothing I could do to save her from this nightmare.

Then all of a sudden, I hear the familiar sound of crisp sheets shuffling against each other, then a whisper.

“Claire, what’s wrong?”

It was Olivia, and she was awake this time, sitting up with her comforter at her waist.

“Oh Olivia!” I cried as I climbed onto her bed to envelope her into a tight hug.

“You were talking again, and you said some really terrifying things.” I sobbed into her shoulder.

“How about I go make us some tea and you tell me okay? Will that make you feel better?” She asked me.

“Yeah, it would.” I backed up to the end of her bed so she could get up. She smiled at me and walked over to the kitchen. I couldn’t help leaning over onto the wall a bit, I was tired. I drifted off into a light sleep.

“Claire wake up please!!”

It was Olivia. I was in my own bed, wasn’t I just in hers?

“Claire you were sleep talking again! It was really bad this time! You were yelling for me to wake up, I was terrified.” She roped me into a warm hug as I sat there, confused.

It was a dream?