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Reinvented Dreams

She had it again the sixth time around.

The recurring dream that she knew all too well yet she could not recall for some unknown reason

Her hair was being blown by the cold night air, strands twisting with each other, dancing mid-air, as she stands on top of a hill looking over a vast clearing of a forest.

She watched the werewolf, his back hunched over, as it waited for the full moon to show itself. And then, when the clouds get out of their way to reveal the fullest moon, the werewolf went into its howling position.

Again, it howled five times. It sounded as lonely and as hurt as it did from her previous dream.

Elinor watched as the dream is repeating itself again.

The werewolf stood on all fours, unmoving. He was staring right at the moon as if his eyes were glued to it. The last howl was her cue. At any moment now, she would awake feeling disoriented and dazy.

She counted the remaining seconds silently in her head.

One…

Two…

Three—

“Elinor.” A quiet, raspy voice
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