She woke up with flailing limbs and clothes covered in sweat, even as new beads of perspiration took form on her brow. Gasping for air, she looked around wildly, surveying her surroundings for any sign of the monsters that might have followed her back to reality.
Leaping off the bed, she ran to the window and looked out, searching for the moon to bathe her in its calming, embalming light. She sighed once and shook her head, shaking off the worst of her fears.
But the window pane glimmered as if the glass was fluid and she let out a piercing scream. This was unreal, she realised, staring hard at that surreal glitch. She closed her eyes and accepted that she was trapped within a dream.
The nightmare she had awoken from, however, looked like the bad end of the deal. She knew she needed to wake up again, into a dream that felt more real. If only she could fool her senses long enough and convince herself to just stay there.
Because, if reality was a nightmare, wouldn’t you let madness be your dreamcatcher?
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