It holds her tight, an unseen force taking command of her body. Surely a dream, though it feels too real to be an apparition of the mind. She clutches at what seems to be a head beneath those binding sheets, yet takes hold of nothing. A ghost? A nightmare
It holds her tight, an unseen force taking command of her body. Surely a dream, though it feels too real to be an apparition of the mind. She clutches at what seems to be a head beneath those binding sheets, yet takes hold of nothing. A ghost? A nightmare