“ALEX!” Yvette cried, as she shot up in bed. Her heart was racing, as the dream had startled her awake. As she looked around the room, she had no idea what was happening, or where she was. Then to even more of a surprise, Bartholomew came running into the room. He seemed as though he was in a panic, as he had a look of concern in his eyes.
“Are you alright?’ He asked, as he seemed out of breath.
“I’m fine.” She answered, as she felt utterly confused, as to what was happening. “I don’t understand. Where am I? Wh-what am I doing here?”
“I think I might have overworked you, during practice last night.” He explained. “You passed out on the couch, a little bit after eleven. Why were you yelling?”
“I had a strange dream.” She said to him, as her head felt as though she was in some kind of a
