"I have been waiting for you," she said, her hands trembling as she grasped my arms. Her grip was tight, and I struggled to free myself. "Do you always squeeze someone's arms when they try to offer help? That hurts!"
As I looked around, I realized I had no idea where I was. The black tears streaming down her face didn't seem to detract from her beauty. "What is this place, and who are you?" I asked.
Her smile was unsettling, a forced curve of her lips that didn't reach her eyes. "Those questions are so basic, yet they hold a deep history. I can't answer the first question now, but I'll give you an answer later. If you're curious, consider this: we are in... A Dream Come True."
I scoffed, "A dream come true? You call this a dream come true? I saw you standing in front of a weird mirror with a knife soaked in blood and a doll, black stuff pouring out of your eyes. And you call this...?"
But before I could continue, she interrupted me with the same eerie smile. "You are me, I am you, we are one."
I tried to process her words, but before I could ask any questions, my alarm clock pierced the air, jolting me back to reality.
