After a night entwined, Chris' biological clock still kicked in at its usual time.
His gaze softened as he observed Evelyn, tightly curled against him, her face resting on his chest.
He carefully extracted his arm, only to see her frown and nuzzle closer into his chest, searching for a more comfortable position, her leg casually thrown over him.
The morning stirrings made it difficult for Chris to keep still, and with a furrowed brow, he attempted to gently shift her off.
In her dreams, Evelyn was desperately clinging to her favorite childhood doll, which someone was trying to snatch away. She held on for dear life, feeling feverishly itchy and sick.
She tried to scream for help but found herself mute...
As the dream faded, Evelyn whimpered, her eyes opening to the sight of Chris' do
