The elevator opened with a hiss and a sigh. Aerie Serene stepped off, stiletto heels clicking softly against the tiled marble floor. She stopped at a door marked SUPPLY ROOM, and closed it softly behind her.
I Was Running Down A Hallway. Everything was washed out, grey, and shades of black. It smeared the edges of the dream, like charcoal paint brushes, leaving the edges distant and blurry.
HE SLAMMED THE GUN IN MY HAND AND TOLD ME TO SHOOT. “You . . . what?” I shuttered, my legs shaking so bad I was afraid I was going to fall.
The Flame Danced. Moving seductively as it twisted around my finger. Twirled up my arm. Lit up my torso.
It was dawn. The trees glistened with morning drew, each its own crystal of light.