It wasn’t morning when I woke up. It wasn’t the darkness or the moonlight that had given it away. It was this feeling that I had. This feeling had been a reoccurring thing for the past couple years. It was when I first started having the dreams that I could sense the change in the air. Night felt vastly different to day. The air was always colder, clearer, and wetter. When it was day, there was a dry taste in the air.
This sense of change wasn’t much use. The only thing that it had been good for was giving me a heads up when it was time for the monsters to visit me in my sleep. This sense hadn’t been noticed either for some time either. It was like one of those things that you got so used to having that it wasn’t something on your radar anymore. I liked to think of it as you blinking on y
