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15 I screamed as I nearly sprang from the tub. Icy cold water splashed everywhere as my wings spread violently. I struggled in the water, slipping on the soapy bottom of the bath as my brain and body tried to find each other. I tumbled from the tub, my wings the only thing sparing me from cracking my head on the marble. I crawled on hands and knees to the bench and leant against it, pulling my robe over me with shaking hands. I forced my breathing to slow and my mind to focus. "It was only a dream. Only a dream." I intoned. But was it? It had felt very real; even now I could taste salt on my tongue. Since we had reunited, my wings had been showing me snippets of my past, what if this was one of those visions? What if I had actually tried to swim to the bottom of the ocean? "N