𝐃𝐮𝐥𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐬 ʸᵃⁿᵈᵉʳᵉ ᶜⁱᵖʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ

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Song playing: Everybody's Watching Me - The neighborhood 
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[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐧 𝐌𝐞]

" The throne shall soon be ours

Just give me some more hours

It will all fall to place

My queen in game of chess "

Sitting up in the queen sized bed, her body ached. while the girl knew all the other places of her dreams, this one was pretty new to her. it didn't even have that scenes of familiarity. it was full of dark vibes. The girl slowly sat up, body aching against the soft sheets of the maroon colored bed. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, only to open them again after feeling the bed sink down near her. Snapping her head toward the new warmth, the female was met with the very same man she danced with.

(Y/n) shivered remembering the memories. The waltz of death. the devil's tango. The girl felt like she picked a d dance with the devil and she lucked out. If you could call the experience luck of course. Was this also a dream? Was this "Dream" also going to turn into a nightmare?

She definitely hoped not. The last thing she needed was a new nightmare added up to her collection. Though, did it matter? No, it didn't. Of course it didn't. The feeling made her sick for some seconds, why would it matter weather or not this was going to be a dream or nightmare? Pleasant or scary, it wasn;t of importance. Any feeling she had now would be washed away as soon as she wakes up in her own bed.

But was there ever an end to this? How long was this whole "Weird ass vivid nightmares" supposed to keep going?

"Are you ok honey?" The gloved hand put a tray of food down on the bedside table (Y/n) didn't notice earlier. Was it there the whole time? She stared at the man's blurred out face, the desperation to know him and his expressions giving her a mild headache. Suddenly it striked to her, she was aware this was a dream.

This was a dream.

She knew ot, she felt it.

So was she lucid dreaming?

With a gulp, she avoided eye contact with the unknown man. For some odd reasons, despite not being able to see his eyes, she felt like his intense stare was lingering on her. Such an oddity, his gaze never stopping once or taking a break from watching this small maiden.

"Please, stop starving yourself"

Honey? Starving? She had no idea what was going on here. The girl wanted to say something, just ask him who the fuck he is. But no voice came out, her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, but she could only stay silent. It was so frustrating, having so many words stuck in your throat. It felt suffocating, to know you're dreaming yet being unable to get out of this.

Not to mention the fact that this dream was peaceful, too calm and sweet for her liking. Her past experiences only proved one thing: the more peaceful a dream is, the worse its aftermath is.

"Oh well, you had a rough night. I just hope you're feeling better now..." The man said, a chuckle leaving his blurred face