Chapter Sixteen

Adaline Point of View

I get up, stretching as I wake up.

Dreams have always been something that fascinates me, to be under, asleep, and find yourself in another world, where everything is different, the concept is strange, and nothing makes sense there, and you find yourself engaging in even stranger actions, and wake you wake up, it starts to fade, as though it's mist dissloving, and you try hard to grasp it to hold on to it, but it slips away, indefinitely, until you're left with nothing, just the knowledge that you dreamt.

It's insane, divine, and sometimes I think it's a proof that there is a alternate universe, the theory is similarly insane, probably influenced by Multiverse Of Madness that I binge watch last night.

I frown, trying to remember what I dreamt about, but all I can remember is a pair of neon green eyes, which makes it weirder, because I have never met anyone with neon green eyes, but there was something familiar about the dream, like I've had it before, like I kne