Sweet dreams isn't one of Merle's favorite sentences. Only because it a lie, and she despised lies. Nothing about her dreams is sweet. ♤♤ Merle's life hadn't ever been normal, not her reality and not her dreams. They played a cruel game on her every night, a game where she was just a hopeless prey for the predators of her imagination and subconscious. She sleeps only to see fragments of a world those same dreams will create. Her mind, her brain, or more precisely her dreams, controlled reality. Over the years, she had become severely engrossed in her own troubles that she didn't even consider the idea of others like her existing. Or one specific person who might end all her misery. ♤♤