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Even ıf she be not hαrmed, her heαrt mαч fαıl her ın so much αnd, so mαnч horrors αnd hereαfter she mαч suffer, both ın ɯαkıng, from her nerves, αnd ın sleep, from her dreαms. ― 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚
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I wake up with a gasp sitting up in my bed, running my hands through my hair to calm my breathing. Fucking nightmares are going to give me a heart attack. For a week straight after I lost my sight, all I could dream about was the last thing I saw My parent's death. I haven't had a dream about it since then. Instead, I had started dreaming about a man with blue eyes and blonde curls, and then suddenly, my nightmares were back.
Probably because their room is five feet away, I swing my legs off the bed, feeling the cold breeze - wait, why do I feel a draft? I grab my cane from the side of my bed and make my way over to the window. I don't remember opening it. Annalise must have cracked it a little while I was sleeping. I reach for the handle on the window doors when the hairs on my body stand up, and an eerie feeling passes through me.
I can tell someone is looking into my window, and without a second thought, I slam the window doors close with the curtains muttering a barrier spell in case they try to enter. I grip the curtains in my hands, waiting for the eerie feeling to pass. When it does, I get back in bed, begging sleep to take me, but it never does.
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" Do you want some toast?" Annalise asked me as i walked into the kitchen. I spread my arm across the counter, looking for my spell book I left the night before " Depends on if there's Cinnamon on it." I respond, still spreading my hands over the marble countertop.
"Always is," Annalise says. I hear her placing the plate in front of me and decide to abandon my quest for the spellbook, stuffing toast in my mouth. Instantly calming my nerves. " What were you looking for?" She asks me.
"You mean patting the counter stupidly." I scoff. I feel a cup placed at my fingertips, brushing them slightly before grabbing it, the warm coffee goes down my throat.
"Well, someone's feisty today." She states.
"I had a nightmare last night, and I couldn't sleep after it," I admit. "I was looking for my spellbook to see if there was a peaceful dream spell, no dreams at all, or just a spell to knock me the hell out."
