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Sophia Dream My eyes fluttered open when a cold breeze caressed my skin. I was in a bed, but I didn’t recognize the room. The sheets surrounding me were silky and soft. I let my eyes scan the room and frowned when I noticed no windows. Where had that coldness come from? The room was toasty warm because of the stone fireplace in the corner. The decor was rustic and old; it looked like it belonged in an old castle. The place felt familiar, but I didn’t know why. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and noticed I was wearing a white silk nightgown with spaghetti straps. The gown reached my mid-thigh and left very little to the imagination. A voice inside my head told me to run and that I should be scared, but I wasn’t for some reason. In fact, I didn’t feel anything. My feet hit the