![]() Wake up."Īfter a few moments, her eyes fluttered open, and in the dim lighting, I could see a flicker of consciousness start to take over. Her screams dropped off, replaced by soft whimpers. I bolted out of mine, quickly crossing the few feet that separated us. Lissa lay in her bed, thrashing and screaming. I woke up, strands of long, dark hair sticking to my forehead. The pictures wrapped around me, suffocating me, until some rational part of my brain reminded me that this wasn't my dream. Images - hers, not mine - tumbled through my mind: fire and blood, the smell of smoke, the twisted metal of a car. ![]() Her nightmare pulsed into me, shaking me out of my own dream, which had had something to do with a beach and some hot guy rubbing suntan oil on me. I FELT HER FEAR BEFORE I heard her screams.
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