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THIRD DAY IN THE COLD LORD'S MANSION

Sam woke up panting and shuddering from her nightmare. She squeezed her eyes open and looked to and fro but there was no one in the room with her. She was a bit relaxed as no one was there so that she won't be asked to narrate her nightmare because she might pass out while doing so.

She closed her eyes again, trying to picture the faces that she did see in her nightmare.

"What?" She mumbled, trying to absorb the image of the man that she had seen in her nightmare. She sighed in exasperation and shoved it away, saying it was just her imagination.

As she finally opened her eyes, she was welcomed by the brightness of the room. There was a slight difference from what she was seeing now and she felt that she had been moved to another room but it was still the same room.

The difference was how everything had all turned pinky, her sheets, the wardrobe, the shoe racks, the standing mirror, the curtains; everything was changed to pink. She wondered how she did become a bad sleeper not to have
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