I woke up in a cold sweat, shooting upright in my makeshift bed on the floor.
"it was just a dream.." I whisper, lying back down on the cold, hard floor. I had a blanket wrapped around my shivering body, and a pillow under my head.
My hands shook violently as my panic was calming, my chest was tight, and I could feel my heart pumping in my chest quickly.
I reminded myself it was just a dream before closing my eyes once more, dosing off.
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Trauma from the Castle
RandomI watched "Lord Farquaad does your makeup asmr" ( https://m.youtube.com/watch?si=7gMcyF44BKxasODmBKxasODm&v=YdsKrYBONno&feature=youtu.be ) and got traumatised. My brother had the awesome idea for me to write angst about it
