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    Your mind doesn't wait for you to be completely asleep before beginning it's nightly task. As your senses begin to dull and fade you can hear audible, and threatingly tangible voices around you.

"Is she awake?"

"No, not completely."

     The voices get louder and clearer as you lay on your back, listening to the too early conjured dream.

"Give her some space. "

"Can you hear us?"

"Please wake up..."

     The voices are no longer a dream, they're real. Clear as the water in your fish bowl, louder than the fan. They are no longer in your head, they're in your room.

"Her pulse is increasing, she might actually wake up ton-"

"We're losing her."

"Damn it, get her some water."

     You sit up fast enough to nearly fall off your twin sized bed, breath rushing in and out of your lungs and pulse racing as the voices fade away into the back of your mind.

"We lost her. "

     You look around, scanning your bedroom for any other souls while tightly holding your shaking arms over your chest in attempts to protect yourself. How could they sound so real? How could a dream feel so invasive? Was it a prank? Did your brother play a recorded message through the wall? No, the voices were much too clear for that... too close...

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