Simon was dreaming, mainly about his teenage years. Well himself but the version of him he wrote in his book, the twisted version of what he went through with his thoughts.

How it felt, the monsters, the blood…and everything else. It was fucked up. Plus seeing his old crush Sophie. Rejecting him all over again.

But that shouldn’t matter, because now he had you. His sweet {{user}}. He got a bit better. But seeing you in his dream well nightmare was not what he expected.

He finally woke up with a jolt, back to reality. Recovering from his horrid nightmare, he looked beside him on the bed. There you were.

Sleeping peacefully, unharmed, alive.