My dreams were strange.
It felt like every time I closed my eyes, a piece of my conscience stayed behind to trample among the leaves. It was like I could still feel the chilly night air. Like I could still see that lone silhouette laid bare beside the willow tree.
It felt as if I had been standing right there, watching that person weep. But I hadn't been able to make out their face.
It was so strange.
I had been able to see my own white paws clearly, inching closer. But I would awaken every time their face went to lift upwards.
Why are you crying?
I had wanted to ask, but I was back in my room before I knew it.
The blankets had formed a rumple around my waist as I reached out to nothing. My fingers splayed out to the air.
There wasn't another soul in sight.
It really was...so strange.
I sat in bed, my fingers closed in a fist over my chest. I took a deep breath, shaking off my weird state of mind.
There wasn't any time.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, f
