Rosalie woke up in a cold sweat. She had that dream again. She rolled over to check the time, it was 2 am. Sighing she closed her eyes for a brief moment. All she could see were beautiful brown eyes staring back at her.

Whenever she woke from this dream that's all she could remember. Those brown eyes. They called out to her. There was a need in them she didn't quite understand. She tried to concentrate, but as always she couldn't recall anything else.

At first she tried to tell herself it was just a dream. Maybe some perfect woman she has conjured up in her mind, and could only see when she was unconscious. But the dreams came more often until it was every night. She would wake up at 2 am every time, only remembering brown eyes.

It started to take over her thoughts during the day. Someone needed her. Someone was calling out to her, but she didn't know how or why. She never talked about it. Her friends would probably think she was crazy anyway.

Rosalie pushed the covers off her and crawled out of the large bed. Picking up her phone she walked into the bathroom connected to her room and turned on the flashlight from her phone. Not wanting to look at herself in the mirror she quickly turned on the cold water to rinse her face off. When she was done she dried off and sat down on the cold tile floor.

Even with the light from her phone she could barely see around her. It was peaceful. Laying her head back against the counter she closed her eyes and started focusing again. There were times where she thought she could recall long brown hair, but she didn't know if it was truly part of the dream or if she was just making it up.

She longed to see the face those eyes belonged to. She wanted to know who was haunting her every night. A little giggle escaped her lips. Perhaps she was crazy. Maybe she should see a therapist, someone who could explain what was happening to her. But the thought of sitting down with someone and explaining this was terrifying. What would she say?

She could just imagine herself sitting there across from someone she didn't know, "I'm here because I'm haunted by a pair of beautiful brown eyes every night in my dreams. I don't know who they belong to, but I think I'm falling in love with them."

This time she laughed out loud, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls.

I really am going crazy.

She shook her head trying to clear it, and picking up her phone she started to look up local therapists. When she found the closest one with good reviews she put the number for the office in her phone and set a reminder to call them when she woke again in the morning. Getting up off the floor she walked back to bed to fall into another dream. She hoped she wouldn't see those eyes again.

Don't lie, she thought, those eyes are all you want to see.