Prolouge

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This was the worst one yet. Every night my dreams get worse. It all started out splendid. I was completely smitten by the shared protagonist of my dreams. He swept me completely off my feet. I was left without sense of time, direction, wit; He made me not myself, but I was better. I became a princess, his princess.

But, hard times fell upon my Kingdom and there is no longer bliss. My dreams are no longer lovely. It's suffocating; it's demanding because my time is running out.

The time to take back my life is slipping away, or I'll be stuck in this side of the tunnel forever.

These words rung alarmingly in my head, as if I could feel the wood in the bed hitting against my skull. They repeated each time I gasped for air and gave me the strength to lift my hands to strangling ones that gripped my neck.

Will I survive?

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