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Claws. Teeth. Large, yellow eyes. Blood. I woke up, feeling my chest heave from my nightmare. I sat up in the dark room and I felt panic freeze me in place.
Where was I? I looked around, waiting for my eyes to adjust. I was in a squishy bed with a comforter bunched around my waist. There's two bedside tables and a lamp sitting on each. On the wall opposite the bed, there's a TV mounted on the wall and a dresser underneath it. I turn slowly and see a family portrait above the bed.
I lean towards the lamp and switch it on and looked back up at the portrait. I smile at a picture of Jocelyn with a younger Wyatt, Wes and a man I haven't seen before. They're all wearing matching pajamas and she looks so different. She's grinning, the smile reaching her eyes and her face is fuller, no ba
