You're in bed, fast asleep You have a weird dream about someone stroking your hair as you sleep. When you wake up, you scratch your head and laugh a little. You still feel a warmth of fingers in your head.

"What a weird dream..."

You were about to get up from bed when you see something from the corner of your eye. It's a strand of hair--blonde hair, specifically. Your heart started racing as you pick it up.

"What the hell..?" you mumble "How did this get here..."

You begin to think deeply. "No... No it couldn't be..."

You hurry towards your window and peak out from the curtains as you search for someone outside. You see someone already looking back at you, like they're waiting for you to show up. Your enemy, looking at you with a smile on his face. You gasped and move away from the window. The hair... The hair belongs to him.

You sprint to your nightstand and take your phone. You start texting him,

"You were the one stroking my hair. It wasn't a dream. It was you!"

"It was..." he responds, "Perhaps, if not hair, would you like me to stroke something else?"