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When I woke, I thought I was back in the dark corridor, running for my life. But then, my eyes cleared and I was able to see that I was back in my bedroom. Sighing, I turned on my side, playing the dream back in my head, questions starting to come and go. I didn't think about it then (I mean, who would even think when you're running from something or someone), but when I looked up into my savior's eyes, I felt, and knew, that someday... I would get a chance to meet him. When he was holding my hand and I his, I felt that he knew me, knew everything about me, that he could see farther into my heart than any other boy could. That was the way I felt about him too. He knew my name but, unlike the hands (like the "and I his" thing) I... didn't know his. How sad is that, to feel like I know everything about him and not even know his name. But still, that's like the basic of the basic. I mean, if someone knows your name they should introduce themselves, right? ... Right?
Well, I guess not, since he didn't, but hey, we were running from danger, so who would have made proper introductions. Sighing, I got out of bed and walked over to my closet to pick an outfit for today. I looked at my clothes but didn't really see them since my mind was elsewhere, trying to answer questions about my confusing dream. Questions like, Who was that guy? Who were we running from? But the most important question was, Why do I feel like I know him so well?