He sat up straight in his queen sized bed. Sweat dripping down his face. His blonde hair matted down. His smoky gray eyes were wide open as if he had just seen a ghost. Slowly, he pushed himself out of bed and walked towards his bathroom. He leaned over the sink to look into the mirror. Not liking what he saw, he reached for the knobs on the sink and turned them carefully. Water instantly started to spill out of the faucet and into the marble sink. He cupped his hands together to catch some of the water. The coldness brought a chill throughout his body. He then splashed the water onto his face. He reached blindly for a towel. When he took the towel away from his face, he looked back into the mirror. The image from before hadn't changed. He still found himself starting at someone who was slowly losing his mind.
"I have to do something about these dreams." Dakota Irons told himself as he placed the towel back on the hook and slowly shut the water off.
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Dreamy Waltz
Fantasy"Have you ever had a dream, Dakota, that you were so sure was real?" Maddy broke the silence, her eyes not leaving the flame dancing in her palm. "What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream w...
