She hoped that he wouldn’t think it was weird when he came out of the bathroom and she ambushed him with a story about the dream she’d just had that was bugging her.
Was that a weird thing to do?
She figured that it was probably one of the more strange things to do and she thought about holding back on ambushing him with it, but she couldn’t help it. She’d never really been a big dreamer. She’d never really experienced something that had been so real and so tangible.
She felt like she could have reached out and touched those shadowy figures and grabbed a hold of them in the middle of her wandering in terror. It was like she had been wandering around and they had been truly watching her, truly keeping their cold, dark eyes on her.
With a sudden clicking of facts, she realized that their
