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❝𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖑, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖎𝖙, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖘; 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖎𝖓 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋, 𝖎𝖙 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗,❞

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| ??? |

It was hot outside, and for some unknown reason, Charlotte had a skimpy bikini covering her body poorly.

"Why the fuck am I wearing this?" She grimaced, looking down at her exposed self. 

"Hello, love, fancy a cuppa?" John appeared by her side, holding a small cup of tea, wearing an innocent expression, which was rare.

"No thanks," Charlotte laughed, realizing this is a lucid dream.

She slapped the cup out of his hand and smirked.

John stayed still under her control.

"This is all a dream; I can control you, John, I can do as I please," 

John swallowed the lump that wedged itself in his throat nervously. Charlotte reached out to slap him, but he grabbed her wrist.

She was slipping out of lucidity, meaning she wouldn't be able to control her dreams anymore.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, "

And just like the night before, John had pinned her against the wall and began to nip at her neck. 

But instead of ending quickly, her dream was uninterrupted. John had gone the full course (A/N: They shagged. I'm bad at writing smut, so I just imply it. It probably wasn't very detailed enough for you guys to tell what was implied, so here is the explanation.) Charlotte undoubtedly felt ashamed for what she dreamed about. She dreamt of another woman's man.

| March 27th, 1963 |

9:00 am

Charlotte's ear-splitting headache thundered in her mind, waking her from her nightmare. None of her dreams made sense except for the ones that happened in the past. She would often dream of purple octopuses raiding her apartment or zombies chasing her down the street. But this dream was one of many; recently, she had been having these strange dreams, looping over the same scene, like the night keeps repeating itself.

The first thing she noticed was not the fact that she was naked but that she was naked.

Charlotte nearly let a blood-curdling scream escape her mouth that had dropped to the floor, but she contained herself.

After a few seconds of having a silent mental breakdown, she had calmed herself down and looked around.

George was curled into a ball on the edge of the bed, nearly falling off. Charlotte made sure she was completely covered under her thick blankets before lightly nudging George from under the covers with her foot.

She refused to do more than just tap his calves with her toe. George shifted in his spot, unfurling himself.

When he turned to wake the woman next to him, she was already up, her arms folded over the blanket covering her chest and a stern expression on her face.