I wake up in a startle. Sweat pours down my face. I realize I didn't wake up in the middle of the snow or rocks on the shore. I'm in a red bed with fluffy cushions. My hands were still shaking. Wait... is it really red or is it blood?
"Master? Are you alright?" A voice asks.
My shadow comes from behind me. I grip the sheets. I can't stop shaking. The blood... the howls... the teeth. I stand up. No way can I sleep now. I feel all slimy. I feel all bloody. I get up. I walk quietly to the bathroom, and I shut the door.
"Was it that dream again?" My shadow asks.
"Yes." I say.
I splash water on my face. It's hot. I grip the sink's ledge. That nightmare... it was real. Though, I wish I could've seen that figure. That figure wrapped in purple and black fabric. That figure who...who... I can't even say it.
I slump on the bathroom floors. Tears start swelling in my face. My shadow grips me as tears start falling. My tears fall onto the floor. Stop crying. Stop crying. Please stop crying. Crying is a weakness.
"Master-" My shadow starts.
"Shut it." I hiss.
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