Soft Nightmares

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\\John's POV//

The man stood in a meadow, humming contently as a bright beam of sunlight was cast over his figure. A large smile graced his face and John laughed.

The joyful sound was like a symphony of whistles to the things surrounding him.

Leaning back, John flopped down onto the short grass and savored the heat that was raining down on him in delightful waves.

His short happy moment was soon disrupted by the heat slowly growing hotter and he shot up from the place he was sat on the ground. His large vibrant eyes met those of a familiar man who was staring down at him with an emotionless expression.

He found himself growing even hotter under the intensity of the other's gaze. He was never one to be this bashful over a stranger he had just met a night before.

He opened his mouth to speak but the words transformed into a frightened scream as the figure was suddenly lashing out at him with a dagger.

"H-Hey!! What are you doing!?" He gasped out as he slowly got to his feet and raised his hands in surrender.

He was unsurprisingly not given an answer. The other man from the bar just stood there with the same blank look on his face before he lunged out at John.

John shot up from his large sports car bed with large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Letting out a loud sigh of relief, the pro wrestler got out of the tiny bed and made his way out the door.

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