Breaking Free (reprise)

What dream?

You ever wonder what a dream means? So does she. . who's she? Well, Mae Bèatrick.
She tossed and turned in her overly large bed for such a small girl, her long, thick black locks getting messed and knotted up with each turn of her body. Eventually, she woke up, in cold sweat nonetheless, her breath was jagged and shaking as she panted out in attempt to catch her breath while she scanned the darkness around her. Nothing. Did she expect anything else? She looked to the side of her and noticed the red light flickering '3:23am' and let out a groan from her throat, knowing all too well she was too awake to go back to sleep.
She rolled her small frame out of her bed and threw on an oversized hoodie that went down to her mid-thigh, she was already wearing a black tank top with boy shorts. She slipped her pink bunny slippers on her feet before she claimed herself ready to go into the kitchen.
Once she neared the kitchen, she heard some cluttering and instantly became alerted and crept her way around the corner and peeped around, she saw a large silhouette of man with medium length, shaggy hair but couldn't make out the rest of the figure.
Slowly, she made her silent way closer to the silhouette, a sweat trickled down the woman's pale face as she realized just how gigantic this figure was. Once she got close enough behind the mysterious figure, she lowered herself to the ground and swept her leg around, kicking the legs of the man, and with a loud thud and grunt, down with the giant! Mae was quick to pin him down, grabbed a kitchen knife on the way down as she straddled the man's torso.
"Name yourself."
She was blunt, straight to the point as her bright bright eyes practically glowed in the dimly lit kitchen.
"Well, that's one way to greet your boyfriend.~"
A recognizable deep, husky voice purred from the darkness and she was just as quick to hop off the man the moment she realized who.
"IVAR?! I. . I'm so sorry I didn't-"
The small female was interrupted by a large hand atop her fuzzy head, ruffling her hair more so than it already was from her previous tossing about the bed. It didn't take long for Ivar to stand up fully, brushing himself off as he peered down at the short, pale girl with hair down to her knees.
"It's alright, Mae. I should've turn on a light. . or, something."
He let out a deep chuckle and removed his hand from her messy hair. The moment between the two quickly ended as Mae very suddenly turned a corpse pale, gripping onto the counter tight, until her knuckles turned a light shade of pink, Ivar noticed this and was quick to hold up her, and quite effortlessly at that.
"Mae, I know- I've known something is up. . . I think it's time you tell me."
The soft spoken female sighed before giving her beloved a weak nod.
"Alright, I'll tell you."