She came to me again last night. In the dark. In my dreams. I couldn't keep her out of my head. Was something wrong? I tried to remember if I had called to her before I went to sleep or if she had chosen my dreams to invade that night.
The way she appeared to me seemed too surreal, too hollow, too frightening.
It started off a pleasant dream. He was there, the man that comes to me sometimes, tempting me with his touch, his words, although, I never really hear his voice. It is comforting to me when I see him and I cannot explain. All of sudden we are in a bedroom and then a bathroom, he leaves. Goes into the hallway and I see her.
I am back in