Chapter 2
Amy struggled to stop herself shaking, fighting the urge to hold her breath. The crisp early morning air felt like cold razorblades in her throat as she forced herself to gulp it down, to live just a little longer. It was just a dream.
One trembling hand reach towards her burning porcelain face, where only moments ago she'd sworn she felt the sting of claws and leapt up, shivering in the darkness. Just a dream, that was all. And yet...
And yet, what? It had felt real, no doubt. But dreams had a habit of doing that, didn't they? She ran her slender and perfectly manicured fingertips through fairy-tale hair. Who cared what it felt like? In the soft light of day she'd tell herself how she had remained perfectly calm and dignified throughout and fallen back to sleep without a single hitch. Credits roll, happily ever after, the end.
But lying there, trapped between longing for another dream to come and fearing what that might be, she didn't know whether she would believe it.