VALORIA WILDEROSE
I am stuck in another nightmare, running for my life about to be killed by a cloaked figure with a knife, and once more I can't escape from it.
I'm stabbed over and over again, each wound burning a gash deep into my soul, sending ripples of excruciating pain that doesn't end until I'm thrown wide awake.
I leap upright, gasping for air and trembling from fear and a cold wind that isn't there.
All my instincts are alive and screaming as my body throbs painfully with echoes of the past.
I realize it was a dream again, and I'm sitting on my bed, except this time with the lights off.
My heart hammers against my ribs like it's trying to escape. I press a hand to my chest, willing it to slow down.
Soft dim light from the moon peeks into the room through the window, making most things around me visible enough based on their silhouette.
The lack of sun confirms that the day has passed and it's night.
