Once again, Claire found herself in the creepy place with the dark tunnels. She could tell by the rough stone underneath her. Were dreams usually this vivid? She didn’t think so, but she knew it was a dream.
Claire got up off the floor.
The tunnel was completely dark; she couldn’t see a damn thing. There was nothing to do but go forward. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. The passageway extended in both directions – she could go backward – but somehow, she knew this dream wouldn’t end until she confronted whatever was waiting for her. So, she began her long trek to whatever it was.
could Trailing her fingers along the wall, Claire plodded along with her head down. “You know,” she said to the darkness. “If you want to talk, you could just bring me to wherever it is you are.”
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