You're in bed, sleeping so deeply.

You have a weird dream about someone sneaking into your bedroom and 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. You try brushing it off by saying,

"What a weird dream..." But you feel like it's real, and it really happened.

Stretching your arms, you're 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. You pick it up and examine it, and your heart starts racing when you realize whose it is.

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

You begin to think deeply. You're silent until you mouth out the words,

"No... No it couldn't be..."

You hurry towards your window and peek 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 rapidly,

"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?"