Dream Snatcher

“The more you are afraid of me the more vulnerable you become, which makes it easy for me to steal your thoughts” he said, a smirk playing on his face, “I’m not afraid.” I said defensively “oh but you are, love” he said lowering his lips to mine so that they were inches apart, “the way you look at me, when you speak to me, when I’m around you. You’re always afraid and I know why” my breath hitched in my throat, “why” I squeaked out, “because I’m that thing that haunts your mind, that gives you nightmares. because,” his lips came closer his breath hot on mine as he spoke,” I’m your dream snatcher.”