The Scarf

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You picked up the scarf, slowly wrapping it around your eyes. The scarf seemed to morph and shift to fit nicely around your head. Even with your eye closed it was if they were fully open. Your room had color again.

You picked up the book. Began to read it again. The words still jump but only when you didn't know the words. Soon your mom told you it was time for bed. Finishing the chapter, you pulled off the scarf.

That night your dreams had color once again. Vivid to the touch. The dream felt more real too. Then the dream changed to total black. A man appears in front of you.

He had black hair with a blond strick. His eyes were covered with a cloth. Hands firmly together, waiting.

You approached him. He raised his hand to stop you. "(Y/N) finally." You wonder what the man was about to go on about. All you muttered was "What?"

The man let off a smirk. Walking up to you. "You do take a while to fall asleep. Dreams are rare. I'm great you dreamed tonight."  He went on about that for a while.

Soon you butted in with the obvious question. "Who are you?" He shot back with his reply. "I am the Host. A demon of sorts. A master of the literature."

You couldn't help but laugh. A demon, really? You believe more in dragons than demons. The Host crossed his arms. "What is funny young one?" You told him that you didn't believe him still laughing a little.

"It's not a laughing matter. I'm not just a figure of your dream. I'm from the real world too soon you'll see." Then you woke up to your alarm. Wonder what Host's words meant.

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