Possibilities of a Dream

~Chapter 188~

"This can't be real…" Mae muttered to herself as she looked down at the bedsheet. Taking the edge between her fingers, she could feel the heft of the weave and the stiff nature of the cotton blend between them. Pulling it to her nose, she took a deep sniff, taking in the odd fragrance of the detergent lingering on the surface. Lowering the sheet, she began to quake. "It's impossible. What the hell is going on?"

Looking around the bed, she found the call button tied to the rail on her right. Grabbing it she stared down at the red button, hesitant to depress it. "This can't be real. None of this is real. I was with Nimaro in the nightscape. This has to be something Yalt'tyaire did. And the sheets have a smell, so this can't be a nightmare. Could it be a dream? How is that even possible?"

"Oh! You're awake!" A nurse said, interrupting Mae's conversation with herself. "How are you feeling?"