I jolted and sat upright in bed... my heart was pounding like a war drum, my chest going up and down like tidal waves.
The room was dark, save for the pale moonlight sneaking in through the wooden slits of the window. My skin was clammy, and eyes unwilling to close back to sleep again.
I touched my face in panic. Hot? cold?
A part hot and the other cold. Literally hot, like I had been physically exposed to raw fire and cold—like I had been dipped in ice or frozen.
That dream—it felt too real. I panicked.
The man… the seal… his eyes. I could still feel his stare lingering in the corners of my room like a stabbing dagger waiting to take me alive... a nonexistent shadow yet I couldn’t shake it off.
I rose quietly and walked to the window, pushing it open and pulling the curtains aside
