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It has been many nights now, and nothing seems to make a difference. No matter the sleeping position or location, no matter the conditions, every night is the same.

That woman shows up no matter what, and claims for help.

Thin and tall, skin as white as porcelain but somehow desaturated, hair as dark as a moonless night, and the eyes... those eyes that show love and grief at the same time, the painful loss of things that have not happened yet.

In dreams, this woman is always present, always there, always looking, never speaking. The dreams always end the same way: she walks close, extend her hand and grabs you. Her touch is cold, it sends shivers, and in shivers you wake up.

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Tonight was not the exception. As soon as dreams began, the woman was there waiting for you.

"It is time" she spoke for the very first time.

This dream feels completely different, as if everything had a weight, a stark contrast to the light softness of oniric figures and sensations. It drags you down, and you sink. She extends her hand, tries to grab you but fails. She jumps, follows you as you disappear in nothingness. The last thing you feel: she reached you.

You open your eyes, and you are alone no longer. The woman is there, in your bed with you, still grabbing onto you. This is not a dream.