I shot up in my bed, sweat running down my face. I scrubbed it away with my clammy palms, trying to get the visions from that nightmare out of my head. I could still see that demon's smile stretched clean from ear to ear, still feel the way his breath blew against my hair.

I shuddered. It was just a dream. I repeated it like a mantra under my breath, as I heaved myself out of bed. It was just a dream.

I threw my robe around my shoulders and tied it tightly around my waist. Shuffling to the restroom, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone-or something-was watching me. I chalked it up to leftover uneasiness from my dream. After all, it was just a dream.

I stepped into the restroom, the cold tiles under my feet shocking me into being more awake. I flipped the light switch on, the pale yellow light flooding the space. I blinked, then turned to face the mirror. I almost screamed. A strip of my hair, right down the middle, had turned ghostly white.

I stared, racking my brain and trying to figure out how that could have happened. I went to bed the night before and it was normal.

I ran a finger through the streak, the touch reminding me of the demon's breath in my dream. My finger stopped in its tracks.

No. It couldn't be. It had just been a dream.

Right?