Adeline had a restless night. She had managed to doze off, only to be startled awake again by her night terrors. This time, instead of walking through a dark hallway, she was walking through ruins.
Crumbled marble was everywhere she glanced, and puffs of storm clouds surrounded her. It was as if she was walking beyond the ground and above the skies. All was fine, until thunder struck the ground she walked on and blood appeared on her hands.
Even though Adeline was in the ballroom, she couldn't stop thinking about the dream.
"Why the long face?" Aunt Eleanor questioned with a frown. "You look exhausted. Did you sleep at all last night?"
Adeline shakily nodded her head. They were in the ballroom already, but looking at the beautiful floor and scenery made her nauseous. What was that strange dream about from this morning? She had woken up with a tear stained face, as if the sight of her dream was the most depressing thing in the world.
