Thirty years old woman has a life full of nightmares and a hand of hope has been given to her by a mysterious man.
(English is not my language so, sorry in advance for some mistakes).
Like in every story we need an introduction, mine would start as a beautiful nightmare if we can call it like that. My name is Elizabeth, simply Liz or Lizzy for people I love. I Have been a photographer for a very long time, even sharing a studio with my friend. Everything was in place, I was happy, getting soon married to a man I love, mom getting better, being in contact again with dad but sadly saying goodbye to my brother. He decided that London is a small place for him. Anyway, everything was like I dreamed of. Even though I wake up every morning to the song ''Dream a little dream of me", suddenly my world started to fall apart when mom died. She used to play the song when I was a little girl to dream of something extraordinary. She always taught me to dream even though I'm wide awake, my whole life that guided me but since she passed away.
I had only nightmares and my real life has even become one. My fiance left me for another woman because he impregnated her and I was left alone when I specifically needed someone almost a month before a wedding. My brother is far away from home and my dad hasn't supported me at all ever since my parents split up, he didn't bother to even call me when I was left alone in this cruel world.
During the day I would be capable of surviving but during sleep, barely.
Despite the amount of coffee I drank, I would fall over on the sofa and dream about all the bad things that happened to me in the past couple of months repeatedly yet during every nightmare I had a saviour, a dark-haired man with the most beautiful eyes and pale skin. Each time I wanted to give up and wish to die in the dream he would give me his hand, smile at me and say "Come with me, love. I'm going to rescue you.".
Everything was dark, but the second I reached the mysterious guy's hand everything was in order.
A mysterious man was my dark prince of nightmares. I didn't have a clue who he was or If I saw him somewhere already and that his look caught my eye every day I couldn't stop thinking about him. Somehow he gave me the reason to sleep because at the end of every nightmare he was my hope. Hope that would conquer the world.
We barely talked, he would say that one or two sentences always and seconds later I would be awakened by the most precious melody.
I sat up in bed, panting hard and looking around my room frantically to make sure it had just been a dream.
Thinking back, I tried to remember what had happened first. I was abducted by the white-feathered demon or told my mother that she is leaving. Wait, let's start from the beginning... I had been in some kind of realm where I saw my mother and that jerk of my ex-boyfriend. Her soldiers had captured me, claiming I had committed treason against her and imprisoned me beneath the castle to wait for my execution. And then somehow my mother would be killed by a monster portrayed by my ex. Like I said every single night I would be dreaming the same lucid dreams, painful enough as some reminder of things that happened. As I was imprisoned in the tower and if I closed my eyes and wished I was dead and realised suffering, a hand of hope was given to me by the most beautiful man I have ever seen.
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