Nothing's Impossible.

Suffocation.

I drifted and dreamed.

- - - 

The monster was crushing me with it's weight. I struggled to move, panicing. It grabbed me by the throat, wrapping it's huge ghostly hands around my massive neck. I tried to yelp, but I was choking to death. I couldn't breathe. I squirmed more, trying to get ahold of myself. But finally, the monster had won. I gave up and stopped fighting to get free, as I settled myself and relaxed, everything disappeared. 

- - -

Austin's point of view.

I awoke suddenly, hearing a choking noise. I looked to my left, and saw Arianna's face blue, and the veins in her neck were buldging. She was still asleep, but she was dreaming something. Something horrible. My immediate reaction was to bring her limp, naked body toward me, and start getting air into her. I put my lips on hers, and started blowing air into her mouth, going into her lungs. I saw her chest rise, as she breathed in. Her eyes flashed open, and she pulled herself away from me, gasping for air, while looking me deep in the eyes.

Arianna's point of view.

I was gasping for oxygen. I was in deseperate need of it. But.. what just happened? Why didn't I wake up when I was being crushed by the monster in my dream? I thought that's how bad dreams always ended. You die, then wake up. I guess I was totally wrong. 

Staring into Austin's eyes, I saw he was worried. Beyond worried. Very concerned. I just looked back into his beautiful hazel eyes that went amazing with his russet skin and black hair. 

"Are you alright?" he asked, while studdering once.

"Yes," I said in a choking voice. "I don't know what that was. I must have been having a nightmare again."

"You were blue," he said in a haunted, scared voice.

"I was? All I dreamed of was being crushed to death, maybe that's the reason."

I sat up, and looked down at my naked body. My breasts were thudding in and out rapidly from my heartbeat still racing.

Austin looked at my ribs, just as he had last night. I think that might be irritating him. That my ribs poked out whenever I breathe, from my lack of food.

"I didn't feed you last night. I'm so sorry. You were sleeping so wonderfully.. I didn't want to wake you," he said with his head down.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Really. Thank you for letting me sleep. I needed it," I looked at him with bright eyes.

I jumped up off of the bed, picking up the clothes that were laying on the floor from last night. I skipped out of room, down the hall, into the bathroom. I opened the door, and looked out the little window on the wall. The light burned my eyes a little. I heard the soothing noise of birds chirping in the early morning. I smiled to myself.

I did my business, and hopped in the shower. After I'd cleaned myself with an un-used bar of soap, and washed my hair, I rinsed and turned the water off. Finding one spotless clean towel hanging on a rack, I dried myself off and got dressed in no time. All I had on was underwear and a baggy t-shirt. I'll have to see if he has any kind of shorts I could wear. I brushed my teeth using my finger, and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was still drippy. I grabbed my towel, and did a hair flip. Wrapping the towel around my hair, in a tight squeeze. 

I looked at myself in the mirror once more, and decided I looked good enough. I walked out of the bathroom barefoot. And walked back to the bedroom. I opened the door.

"Austin?"

He looked at me. He was shuffling through some of his clothes in his drawer. 

"Yeah?"