Air! Air!

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"You ok?"
"Yeah, just had a nightmare. I hate them. Ever since I was little I would always get them." He smiles and comes over to the bed.
"Hey I saw you still have the pic of us from Halloween. It's pretty cute. We were so cute on that day." I smile too. I remember those times. Then I remember, my face goes blank.
"Hm?Whats wrong?" The dream. The dream I had was all based on that day. I couldn't even speak, I couldn't move. I was paralyzed. I was a statue, with feelings of horror. I get up and walk to the window. I pull up the window and start breathing hard.
"Aaaiiirrrr. I....need...air!" I stick my head out of the window and can't seem to get air. I feel light headed and start walking to Bryce.
"Eve, your scaring me. Don't come and start the zombie apocalypse. I will not go down with you!" I laugh. His humor is too much for me. I can't help but laugh and smile.
     "Stop...haah....making me...hehe....smile! My cheeks hurt."   I walk to him and hug him.
     "My dream.....it was about the photo. It was horrible! You stabbed me with the sewing wheel prick. I know you wouldn't do it, but it seemed so real."
      "Don't worry I will never harm you. You are my princess."

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