MEADOW'S POV.
When I woke up the next morning, the very first thing my eyes landed on was the mirror across the room.
For a brief moment, my heart nearly stopped.
The memories from the previous night came rushing back so quickly that I felt a chill spread through my entire body. The knocking. The strange cold. The fog covering the glass. The shadow moving behind it.
I stared at the mirror without blinking.
Nothing happened.
The glass reflected the room exactly as it should. The bed. The chair. The curtains. Me.
Everything looked completely normal.
Slowly, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.
Maybe that was all it had been.
A nightmare.
A trick of an exhausted mind.
After everything that had happened recently, maybe my brain had simply decided to punish me a littl
