Fleurie's point of view:
"Shh, it's okay now, I'm here," Graysen said as I awoke from my nightmare. I had a dream about being dragged across the floor by him and him bringing his terrifying and strange-looking pals from that day.
Thankfully, Graysen jolted me awake from my nightmare.
Day by day, as I drift into the arms of sleep, as a child in a wonderland, my brain draws monsters as a sort of montage, changing as the moments pass.
I've been waking up in a cold sweat, shaking, my pulse racing, suspicious and paranoid that the terror has followed me here in this house-like mansion for the past several days.
Last night was fantastic; it seemed like a young girl's fantasy. Graysen's mother was sweet and loving; she reminded me a lot of my mother, which makes me miss her so much.
Elliot
