How could one be all right when the entire world had been shifted and warped, when a dream seemingly took control and would not release its victim. She wanted to wake in the arms of her husband, to hear the laughter of her children as she felt the morning sun warm her skin. That would make her "all right."
But whatever this place was, it refused to release its hold on her. Dream or magic, she was trapped.
"What is this place?" She asked, her voice a whisper.
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How could one be all right when the entire world had been shifted and warped, when a dream seemingly took control and would not release its victim. She wanted to wake in the arms of her husband, to hear the laughter of her children as she felt the morning sun warm her skin. That would make her "all right."
But whatever this place was, it refused to release its hold on her. Dream or magic, she was trapped.
"What is this place?" She asked, her voice a whisper.