Despite my best attempts of trying to fall back asleep I continue to fail miserably; struggling to forget what I had just witnessed within my hellish dream plane, traumatised by the images that haunted my racing mind. Unable to shake away the ghastly scene of the butchered bodies de-glamourising into their true forms, I toss and turn restlessly. With an aching head, I unwillingly recall their twisted and torn figures each time I close my weary eyes, forced to rewatch the horrifying moment when they revealed themselves before me while Sean and the unknown witch stood closely by while discussing their failed attack. I tuck myself against my murmuring mate, struggling to comprehend whether there was any truth behind what I had seen as I press against his solid frame while breathing in his ado
