It's Rude To Stare

(Arata)

A masked man followed me with a bloody knife in his hand. 

I ran as fast as I could, but my feet got so heavy as if I was trying to cross a quagmire. 

I tried to scream but no words came out of my mouth. 

I looked behind and saw it was a masked figure, following me with a bloody knife, trying to plunge it into my shoulder. 

'No, no, please don't,' I begged with tears leaking out of my eyes and then I woke up and sat up straight into my bed. 

My heart leapt up and down in my chest as I placed my hand on it to steady it. 

That was not a good dream. The masked man could be my stalker or it could represent Azul. 

Not Azul, he was my safe space but now I had this weird dream. My heart and mind were already conflicted. 

I flopped back on the soft pillow and grabbed the dolphin one, squishing my chest with it but there was no relief.