It has happened before

Eve lay in bed, feeling the warmth of her freshly washed skin pressed against the soft cotton of her pajamas.

She had left her window unlocked, as Victor had asked her, and the faint night breeze filtered through the room.

Her room was dark except for the gentle glow of a bedside lamp, casting a soft, warm light across her walls, where shadows of tree branches danced lazily.

The anticipation of Victor's arrival lingered in her thoughts as she settled under her blanket. She stared at the ceiling, her thoughts floating aimlessly as her body began to relax.

Time passed slowly, and as the minutes ticked by, her mind began to wander, slipping into the quiet space between wakefulness and sleep.

Eve drifted deeper into her sleep, sinking into an uneasy place where reality blurred. In her dream, she found herself alone in a dark, endless forest.