In the early hours of the morning, Calypso was still asleep in bed. On the outside, she looked at peace, but on the inside, she was having the most confusing dream she had ever experienced.
It was pitch black, and the only thing she could see was herself and another figure, which, upon closer inspection, turned out to be her as well. Two Calypsos looked and dressed the same, but they felt very different from each other.
The two Calypsos stared at each other for an eternity, neither saying a word. The energy that they both created was unsettling; it was like they were ready to fight.
That, however, did not happen, and instead they turned to look at her, the real Calypso, the one having the dream. Their stare was so intense and frightening that it scared her awake.
Jolting upright in bed
