“Near my feet is a glowing archway. The light is white and shimmery, like iridescent glitter, and it’s so tall the top nearly brushes the ceiling. Inside, instead of seeing the cement wall of the basement, I’m looking at evenly spaced wooden pillars and a reed-mat floor. Standing on that mat is a woman with curves that would make a Playboy model jealous. She’s wearing a long, butter yellow dress, and her white hair hangs down to her waist. She looks like an angel when she smiles at me, holding out her hands. “Hudson, come with me.” Her voice reminds me of the breeze rustling through the trees near the lake. Soft and subtle and calming. “Let me help you.” Did I die? Maybe the scratch on my side got infected. Maybe I’ve been slowly bleeding to death from internal injuries for the past week. Who knows? If this is death, if she’s what’s waiting for me on the other side, then fuck it. I’m letting go.” DreamsSing Sweet NightingaleThe Dream War SagaHudson VincentThe DreamworldCalease Book:Sing Sweet Nightingale Source: Sing Sweet Nightingale
“In the last three months, I’ve started having creepy dreams that give me a glimpse of the future. Or sometimes a portal will open up in the middle of the night and something will try to kill me. There’s no way to know which one I’m gonna get hit with each day. It’s kinda like playing Russian roulette every night with a drunk who hates you.” DreamsSing Sweet NightingaleThe Dream War SagaHudson VincentThe Dreamworld Book:Sing Sweet Nightingale Source: Sing Sweet Nightingale
“My gaze lands on the digital clock on my nightstand as it flicks to 12:01 AM. Hours spent in Orane’s world, and one minute has passed in mine.” TimeSing Sweet NightingaleThe Dream War SagaMariella TeaganThe DreamworldOrane Book:Sing Sweet Nightingale Source: Sing Sweet Nightingale
“I didn’t think you were real for a long time,” I confess. “I thought you were someone I’d dreamed up.” “A dream worth reliving every night for ten years?” he asks, chuckling and slowly loosening his hold. “For eternity,” I whisper, winding my arms around his neck to keep him close. “Good.” He leans down and brushes his lips against mine. “That is exactly how long I plan on keeping you.” ImaginationSing Sweet NightingaleThe Dream War SagaMariella TeaganThe DreamworldOrane Book:Sing Sweet Nightingale Source: Sing Sweet Nightingale