Something was wrong. I was supposed to be doing something but I couldn't remember what. I sat up and found that I was in a room, my room. -I don't think I'm supposed to be here.- I rubbed my temples as a headache settled there, keeping me from being able to think straight. I went to stand but found a hand reach out and grab my wrist.
"It's cold," a familiar voice groaned from under the blankets, coated in sleep, and my heart stopped. "Come back to bed."
I slowly laid back down and found a tousled mess of copper hair, olive skin, and green eyes staring back at me. Zierra's eyes brightened as she smiled at me and a sudden realization hit me. I'm dreaming. This isn't real. I reached out to brush hair from her eyes and my chest tightened as I discovered I could touch her but I couldn't feel her.
"I wish this was real," I kept my voice low, scared if I talked to loud the illusion would shatter, "but I need to wake up now. I'm not supposed to be here."
