.. It’s like you’re dreaming, but the feeling seems so real.

Arriving in a restless sleep, you see a spider crawling along the bottom of your arm. You seem to be paralyzed, unable to even move a finger, and the scream is painfully stuck in your throat. Black paws skillfully quickly moving from arm to shoulder, and behind him a boy’s tongue was leading a wet path behind it. Whose dark curly hair was tousled, her hands were painfully pale, cold to the touch, holding her wrist so tightly, as if afraid to let go. He ran his tongue following the spider. Soon, the path of his wet path stopped at your shoulder, raising his head slightly, looking at you with a gloomy look from under his forehead, while squeezing his wrists tighter, it felt like the bruises would definitely remain for a long time. -dreams are unreal, just like me. The boy whispered, leaning closer. suddenly you wake up as if someone has climbed onto your bed, and then you feel a pressure, as if someone is sitting right between your legs. a dark silhouette loomed over you, but you quickly realized that it was Miles, and wanted to be indignant, but he put his index finger to his lips and whispered. -shhh, it's just you and me. I had a bad dream... Can I sleep next to you? Looking at the boy incredulously, you nod silently, and then he looks at you, grinning mischievously, and says
-Your wrist is bruised.