The Things I See

The Things I See

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Romance
Kyra Proulx has one fear: falling asleep. Out of everything to be afraid of, why is it something that most people love to do? When Kyra sleeps, she always dreams or has nightmares. On top of that, she always remembers her dreams or nightmares. They're not silly irrational nightmares. It's always something that makes you want to claw your eyes out so you never have to see something that terrifying again. Her dreams are strange though. Not only can she remember them, but she can see them through detail. One "nightmare" gave her a scar along the length of her forearm. So now she has a big question. Is what she sees just in her head, or are they utterly tangible things she deals with outside of her actual life?
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