She awoke. It had been the same dream. Again.
The same fear; rising up to choke her. The same presence; just out of sight, out of reach. She had fallen asleep in the armchair. The storm still raging; the thunder permeating her dreams, just as the cold air had seeped into her bones, chilling her. She had been waiting, before sleep claimed her. She could still feel the anticipation that had surrounded her. There had been hope in that anticipation, but now she felt empty.
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