I startled awake, gasping as I clutched onto the steering wheel. It was dark out and I had to turn on my headlights to see anything. Thankfully, I'd locked my doors and this street wasn't used that much. With a deep sigh, I leaned back into the seat. My heart was still racing and I tried to catch my breath.
It had felt so real. Each touch and every detail of the dream came swarming back to me. The beasts, with their beautiful purple eyes, were somehow different than before. They looked the same, but there was a tiny bit of kindness and softness that I felt when I'd been pressed between them.
The dreams were shifting, changing and I didn't know how to feel about it. It was always easy to hate the dreams when they usually ended with me being killed. They were always torturous, even when
