The creature chases me through the fog. Its fur is the colour of snow, and its eyes, like melted emeralds, are beautiful. A small laugh escapes my mouth. The fact that I can find it pretty while it wants to kill me is funny in a twisted way.
It's getting closer. No matter how fast I run, it is always a few steps behind me.
I don't know where I am. Thoughts are buzzing through my mind like angry wasps ready to sting. I was in my bed. Before coming here, that's where I was. This has to be a dream. I just need to wake myself up.
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Dream World
FantasyWhen humans sleep, they glimpse the dream world but can't enter it. Until Millie Wyatt does the impossible and finds her way through. Millie's only hope of getting back to the human world is the Dream Maker, Cara Nettlewood, but can she get Millie h...
