The room was filled with darkness, but yet the moon is shining bright through the curtains. Ruth screamed as she jolted awake, her heart pounding in her chest. The mysterious nightmare still clung to her, a twisted collage of shadows and whispers that felt too real to shake off. She lay there, frozen, listening to the deafening silence.
- Oh god. That nightmare truly was something. - whispered Ruth.
She reached over to her nightstand, she fumbled for her phone and the earphones tangled beside it. The familiar weight of the earphones in her hand brought a small sense of comfort, a lifeline in the dark. She untangled them carefully, the movement grounding her, pulling her focus away from the haunting images in her mind.
As the soothing instrumental piece played its final notes, Ruth felt a lingering sense of calm, but she needed something stronger—something that could drown out the echoes of her nightmare completely. She knew just the thing. With a small, determined breath, she scrolled through her playlists until she found it: Tokio Hotel.
The band was the reason why Ruth had passion for music. The first time she heard their music, it was like discovering a part of herself she didn't know existed. Their songs were anthems of rebellion and self-discovery, and they resonated deeply with her. Ruth felt understood, as if the band was speaking directly to her soul. The intense energy of their performances, the powerful vocals, and the mix of rock with emotional depth all combined to create a sound that became her escape.
As the final notes of the Tokio Hotel song drifted away, Ruth felt the tension in her body melt. The adrenaline that had surged through her veins moments before began to ebb, leaving behind a soothing warmth that spread from her chest out to her fingertips. The darkness in her room no longer felt oppressive: it was just the night, calm and still. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she let them close, the remnants of her earlier fear dissolving into the soothing rhythm of the song. The warmth from the music combined with the softness of her blankets, creating a cocoon of safety and calm.She'd fell into a deep sleep.
Did the remnants of her nightmare disappeared? Or they are still hiding in the shadows of her mind?
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MY LITTLE DREAMER (unfinished)
FantasyA girl named Ruth fells into a deep lucid dream.. But is it actually a lucid dream or not? Let our little dreamer find her way out of this mysterious realm. WARNING⚠⚠ This story may have a big change in a future, so please keep an eye on the warning...
