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"Who are you?" The words felt funny againsthis fingers

I shot up in bed, panicked Wait, why aain? My chest rose and fell heavily,the switch, I hopped out of bed and paced the floor, stunned and confused I was positive it hadn’t been a dreaht to believe it’d all been ination

"Gwen?"

I jerked, ainst the wall, his ar atop his head, his eyes light and cal?" I hadn’t meant for the question to sound as harsh as it did Whatever had just happened had shakenout inPlus, I’m not a pretty sleeper I tend to drool, snore so what I suspect a person who’s been shocked looks like

"I ondering the sa my question "You hopped out of bed like it was filled with snakes"

"I…uh" I looked at the bed, and then down at e of the mattress, I pulled my feet up and rested them on the bed frah my head If it was just a dream then why did my subconscious tell me to take it seriously?

Dorian walked over toin front of me I keptto remember every last detail of the hallucination

"Finda hand out and tapping edup at him

"You said ‘find me’"

"Oh Did I?" I hadn’t realized I said it out loud "Nothing, never mind" I absentmindedly waved the topic away

The mattress squeaked when Dorian sat down beside me, his feet spaced apart as he leaned over on his elbows

"What is going on?" He cocked his head to the side to look at h the rabbit hole"

I scrubbed a hand overout of a fairytale, peculiar and absurd I rolled ht muscles

"It was so realistic, the dream There was a man, or at least he sounded like a man And…I don’t know, he produced this music that turned my bones to cotton and my brain to mush We danced on the patio and I floated He toldme like I’d just told him Santa Claus had visited me

"Sounds like a dreareed "It was just…so real"

Silence settled over the roohts After a while I turned back to Dorian and asked, "So why are you in my room?"

"My room"

"What?"

"This is my room," Dorian explained "So technically I’m where I’m supposed to be"

This was the room Dorian put me in when I had first arrived Now that I kneas his personal rooht caust

"I seriously hope you washed these sheets before you offered your bed towomen back to my place, Gwen You’re the first female to touch the sheets"

That was about as believable as my spiel about a bizarre man who controlledravation snaked its way throughthe question Why are you in here? This place has multiple bedrooms You could have slept in one of them"