Droplets of sweat would pearl onto her porcelain like complexion, the first golden rays of the sun making them shimmer in the light as one of her bare limbs seemed to tighten around a rather fluffy blanket, made out of hazel wolf fur. Biting her plump coral red lower lip, she attempted to muffle upcoming sounds of terror and sorrow, her perfectly maintained nails digging into said fabrics as she fought a few tears. The scenario she was going through in her nightmare was identical to her trauma a decade back in time, the one where she became a widow.

Everything was perfect, his arms around her waist as he pressed his soft lips against her flesh, the tip of his nose gently caressing the nape of her neck as he murmured in her ear as to how they would live a peaceful life. He wanted to grow old together and have two children, maybe even get an animal with a big garden. He had chosen names for their offspring, colours for the flowers that he would grow, decided on which ones he would surprise her with during the day like he always had done before. His parents had taught him how to...