MORGIANA'S POV
"Morgiana," someone called but I continued to walk. My feet were sticky and I know they were from the water on the ground where I was walking.
Well, they don't feel like water. It felt more like mud. At least that's what I like to believe.
I couldn't see a thing in the dark--well everything around me was just pitch black. I tried to talk but no voice came out of my mouth. Panic started swelling in my throat and I stopped walking to look around.
This is a dream. This should be a dream. I opened my mouth to say something—to call someone but still, nothing came out. Then that's when I felt the water on my feet start getting stickier. I tried pulling my feet off but the water was like holding my feet solid on the ground. Then as if it wasn't bad enough, it started getting on
