Take me To You!

The size of the moon was etched into Heather's memory. It was larger than she'd ever seen, casting a soft glow over the darkened woods. The wet earth beneath her face smelled earthy and alive, a sharp contrast to the sterile scent of her room where nightmares had once clung. The softness of the mud pressed against her fingertips felt strangely comforting, yet the unfamiliar sensation was enough to jolt her awake from a restless dreams.

Last night, she'd gone to bed after another fight with Anne, their words sharp, their silences excruciating. The hate that filled the space between them had seeped into Heather's thoughts, twisted her nerves, and hardened her gestures. It was like the hate had taken root in her, like a rancid perfume she couldn't wash away, even in sleep. She'd let the night consume her, convinced that it was the only way to escape the overwhelming pain. But now, as the morning mist hung around her, she realized-she couldn't forget, not like this.

She blinked, confused, as she found herself lying in the woods, not in her bed. Panic tightened in her chest, her breath coming in sharp gasps. What happened? How did I end up here? The cold, eerie stillness of the forest swallowed her thoughts. The terrifying fear that had clung to her during her nightmares now felt all too real. Had she truly left the fight behind her, or had it followed her into another reality? Was this nightmare finally over, or had it just begun?