"Elenore," someone called out, their voice I couldn't see anything—my surroundings were shrouded in a thick, and black. "Elenore," she repeated. I wanted to respond, to tell her I was there, Yet, I still couldn't move or speak.
"Oh right, you can't see. I'm sorry," she said, and I heard her giggle, a sound that felt familiar. Suddenly, the darkness began to lift, the darkness lifted, and I found myself in a garden, facing a dark-haired woman. Yet, I still couldn't move or speak.
This was a dream I had experienced before, a Why was it always me who found herself in these situations? The feeling of dread washed over me. "You seem unwell. Are you okay?" the dark-haired woman asked, her tone laced with genuine concern. I could only look at her, my eyes wide with confusion and anger.
