“Save who?”
I sat in front of the dressing mirror, staring into my own eyes in the reflection. My chestnut hair disheveled, blue eyes wide. I woke up a couple of minutes ago, blank but sweating. I woke up from yet another unusual dream.
For over a month, I thought nothing of them. I believed they were strange dreams that everybody had once in a while. Perhaps it was the change that got to me. But the more I dreamt, the more it felt like each dream was a continuation of the previous. Some things were repetitive, some things were just lining up one after the other. The dream I just had seemed like it was just another creepy one. But somehow, the voice that kept telling me what I should do, seemed familiar. It was the same woman from the previous two. The same woman who held that baby boy,
