I knew I wanted revenge, but deep down, I was not willing to become a monster. Hurting Piper in such a horrific way was something I couldn't do, the dream seemed so weird to me, I couldn't fathom what it meant. I wasn't that diabolical. I had spent hours replaying the horrific scenes from my dream, trying to console myself by insisting it wasn't real. My thoughts swirled like a tempest in my mind, a chaotic mix of anger and regret, but the reality remained: I could never bring myself to harm her like that, despite the fact that she had hurt me so badly, doing such things to her would only make me a monster. Eventually, fatigue washed over me, the softness of my couch even more irresistible, I slowly drifted back into the land of dreams, hoping for a more peaceful slumber.
The sound of my
