Hey guys so how'd you like it? I hope it's getting better! Don't give up on me!

I woke up with a start. I rolled over to see Erik lying on the floor next to me deep in sleep. I moved closer to him and thought about my dream… it was weird like I'd had it before… or seen it some where. I dismissed it and let Josh Groban's still playing music lull me into a dream-less sleep.

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The dog woke me up with his tongue. I looked over and saw Erik sleeping. His brows pulled down slightly as he dreamed. I entangled myself from his arms and went to open the door for the dogs. Sam wouldn't go outside. I looked out the door and saw what was holding him back… We were snowed in…I took Princess in my arms and ran to the front door. I got the same out come. I went over to Erik and nudged him gently. "Dearest, I hope you have lots of food stored up somewhere, because we are currently in a lock down." Erik sat up his bare chest moving up and down with his breathing. He looked out the window. He stood up and restocked the fire, then went into his room. He back out a minute later with a College Professors United sweatshirt on and handed me a hoodie that said, "Main State University." I took it and put it on. He moved the TV over a bit so we could lay on the couch and see it by looking straight ahead. He lay down first and then pulled me down next to him. Luckily he had an oddly wide couch. Princess curled up in my lap and Sam at our feet. I felt like we were a family. We turned on the TV and watched it's a Wonderful Life. I had seen that movie every year at this time since I was 3. But it never got old. Erik began playing with my hair again. Everything was exactly how it should have been. I fell asleep to Jimmy Stuarts voice on the TV.

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It's snowing outside. The air in the room with the stage is damp from the humidity. I look to my left and see the man beckoning to me. To my right is the man that was just hung. I break the trance by shaking my head. I realize he has been singing to me. I run away from him to a large room with several tables and chairs in it. The prop room I decide. I hide behind one. I hear rapid breathing. "Christine! Christine!" Says a raspy voice. I look around and see him inches from my face. I scream and jump. "Christine listen to me!" I turn. He is obviously speaking to me. The name sounds familiar, like it should be my name… but some how not. I answer.

"Yes?"

"You are to come with me. I have a message… from the opera ghost. It's best you reply."

"What do you mean Opera Ghost?"

"The Phantom of the Opera… Erik?"

"That can't be… he's dead. I witnessed it myself." No I hadn't… where was this coming from?"

"Well Mademoiselle, he wishes to speak to you and I can tell you right now he is more alive than he has ever been."

"Well where can I find him then?" I ask.

"Look madam." I look up and see nothing I look back to the man to protest but he is gone. Then I hear a voice.

"INSOLENT BOY THIS SLAVE OF FASION, BASKING IN MY GLORY. IGNORANT FOOL! THIS BRAVE YOUNG SUITOR SHARING IN MY TRIUMPH!" some how I know what to say, or rather sing.

"Angel I hear you, speak I listen, grant to me your glory! Angel I hear you speak I listen come to me strange angel!" I remember nothing after that point.

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The sound of running water woke me up. I looked over to see Erik wide awake beside me. "What's going on?" I asked.

"Look outside." I did and saw rain running down the window.

"That's weird… 20 minutes ago there was snow up over the window…"

"You've been out for about 12 hours." He replied.

"No I haven't. You haven't even met Gabriel in the movie yet."

"This is the 4th time they've played it."

"No way!" I grabbed the alarm clock sitting next to me and read the time. I collapsed back on the couch and sneezed. "Uh-oh… that can't be good." I said as I prepared for a sneezing fit. And it came, too. I sneezed 11 times in a row.

"Good heavens… Where did you learn to sneeze like that?"

"Just lucky I guess." I said sarcastically. I put my head back down and felt my sinuses begin to fill with lovely liquid. "May as well forget anything you had planned for the weekend… when I'm sick, I'm out for days. I laughed and started another sneezing fit.

"What am I going to do with you?"

The end for now! I'll prolly repost some time this weekend. Maybe.