I'm not sure how to feel right now.
At first, I was mortified because it wasn't a dream at all. Not my imagination playing me because my wish and need were overwhelming. No, the last person I had expected to help me in any way.
The monster of all monsters. The dragon king himself.
Still confused by it all, I looked around the room; it was still the same room. But where were the shadows that stretched for me, clawed at my skin? The heavy and cold feeling that pressed around me? Now it all looked so normal, just a room. Nothing more, nothing less. Dread and embarrassment had washed over me in merciless waves when I realized he carried me over to the bed, which I didn't even notice. Is it finally happening? Is my sanity slipping, and will I eventually go insane? Like mother, like d
