ᅠ ᅠ ╰─⎡ 𝐉𝗼𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝗺𝐬 ⎦ ᅠ ——— 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𓁹 𝗔 𝗿 𝗰 𝗵 𝗶 𝘃 𝗶 𝘀 𝘁 . 𓁹 ❛ 𝐒 ᴛ ᴀ ᴛ ᴇ ᴍ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ 𝐁 ᴇ ɢ ɪ ɴ s ❜ ᅠ

—𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨— 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩

It's a little unnerving to be able to see another's dreams. It's hardly ever intentional, and yet I still feel guilty for it.

Alice blinks at the other, moreso shocked by their size than sudden appearance. "Y... Yes. I don't quite understand how I do, but it just happens. Regardless it's... interesting."

"Most of it is disjointed, but it's clear a lot of folk are troubled by their own past. I learn a lot about others without having to speak with them, or know them at all."

Another day. A different dream, perhaps?

The young woman shook her head. "I don't think so. I can't say I've ever seen you before now, but I'll likely be seeing you again soon." A laugh shook Alice's shoulders, a hand raising to cover her mouth. "I don't mean to sound so ominous."

Vampires...?

She replied plainly, "In your dreams. You might not see me, but I could see you. The contents of said dreams, at least."

I'm sick of these nightmares. It's maddening not being able to tell what's mine anymore.

I used to love mornings. Shame.

Taking a walk in Hyde Park. It's cool out and she's enjoying herself.