The next night. I snuck into his room again. He was sleeping with a low slow breath every other minute. I walked in and looked around. I found many detailed drawings of myself in the corner of his room. I saw a small dresser and a wardrobe the size and length of a mirror.
He had his mask and wig off. I went over to the side of his bed and saw his face for the second time. It was still as gruesome and disgusting as it was before, if not more. But I can't tell him that he would die of a broken heart. He was tangled in his sheets and was going into a nightmare (he was moaning for them to stop beating him. "let my hair and face be" he said who them was I do not know) and I found it fit to leave.
I was running out and I knocked over a music box. I started to play a loud fast-paced music. "Whosther" I hear a deep drowsy voice command. "It is your angel of music, it is I, Christine." I ran out and went to my room.
I had a dream of him being Raoul only he was the same, no it was just a dream where we constantly kissed, he had no mask and his imperfection was exposed to everyone, but he seemed to care less.
I woke to find the smell of sweet bacon racing into my nose. I got up and followed the scent. Erik was making bacon. I have to admit that is so funny I could have died laughing. He turned to question what I found so humorous.
We ate and I left to explore my new home. The catacombs were like an underground town. I went into so many different wings, this was truly a mansion. It was so cold though.
I am done with this ch. YAY now for some well deserved sleep falls asleep and submits this while asleep, what an accomplishment!