The woman in green was watching me with a smile on her face, waiting for me to explain why I was still in the dream world when she must have known I had no control over it.
"I can't leave," I responded, trying to figure out what she wanted and why she had come to speak to me again. "You told me you could help me - is that what this is about? Are you going to help me leave this place?" she nodded, with the same delicate smile on her lips, but I felt so cautious around her that it was not reassuring. "Why should I trust you? How do I know you are really ..."
"...a friend?" she suggested; her tone was too gentle and she was looking at me with hardly any expression at all now the smile had faded.
I wanted to see her eyes, to see who she really was, but I felt so vulnerable that I couldn't
