FOR THE PAST COUPLE OF DAYS, EVERY NIGHT SHE SAW IT. The same dream replayed over and over again, each night she was back there. Wherever there was...
She would awake from the same slumber she was always in, feeling the coolness of the air and it's loamy fragrance. The lumpy ground beneath her, everything was the exact same. Even to her clothes, that always seemed damp as a flower in the dew of dawn. And every time she would wondered if it was a dream or if she would simply awake. Somewhere else.
This bizarre nightmare that was her's alone. It was always worse each time she returned here. Alison arose to her feet, walking forward following the same path she always did, nothing surprised her at this point. She passed the same trees, coming closer and closer to the same casket she always saw.
