Resting in a separate chamber, Esme tossed and turned in the mattress, the sheets twisted around her leg as she struggled to find a comfortable position. She couldn't sleep, and after a while, she simply gave up trying, lying flat on her back and staring blankly at the ceiling.
"This is useless," she muttered, closing her eyes for a sec as she exhaled.
Every time she shut her eyes to get some sleep, the disturbing dream returned. In her dream, her feet pounded against the forest floor, as though she was running on all fours in the woods at night, her breathing ragged. Her heart raced as she appeared to be chasing something within the shadows, maneuvering through tall trees as though it was something she was expertly skilled in, and it bothered her more than she thought it would.
But it wasn't just the dream that haunted her.
