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brought the rest of the classroom back into focus. Everyone including Ethan was staring at me like I was the crazy one. Not the man who had just been a snake.
    A shudder ran through me and I waved my phone in front of my face. “Nurse... I'm going to the nurse.” I slipped past Ethan's halfway standing body and rushed out the door before anyone had a chance to question it. Before anyone had a chance to stop me.
    The last words I heard as I rushed out of the room were, 'what a freak', and honestly whatever was wrong with me, I couldn't agree more.

Chapter 9
     
     
    The scenery blurred around me in a never ending stream of dull grays, as I dashed through the schools hallways. It was during class so three was no one to witness my breakneck race down the halls to escape. As the lockers and tiled floor blend together, my panic rises. I am awake. I should not be seeing these things. These monsters . Outside of this dream dying I would consider myself a sane person. I don't have a history of crazy. Yet here I am thinking... knowing that my substitute teacher is a lizard.
    I slip out the front doors of the school building and make my way toward my car. I have never skipped before but today feels like the perfect day to start. The low hung clouds threaten rain, and in the chill fall air it might even amount to ice. I slip into my car unnoticed, but now what do I do? If I'm going to skip school because of these monsters, there is only one thing to do. Only one place I want to go, only one person I want to see.
    So I pull out of the schools parking lot and head home. Home to where my bed is. Home where I sleep, where I dream. And my dreams are the only connection I have to him.
    But even as I slide into my bed the paranoia assails me. What if I can't find him. What if it's different during the day. The warmth of my covers tucked around me and the danburite necklace warm against my skin, lull me into a slumber where I will find out soon enough if my knight will be there to rescue me.
    As I slowly close my eyes the weight of sleep pulls at me, dragging me further into the darkness. I don't resist it. I let it take me. Deeper. Until even the sounds of the day slip away, and there is nothing but the black.
    When the weight of the black becomes to much to take my eyes slowly open once again to take in the world around me. I am still laying in a bed... but it's not mine.
    The deep chocolate colors and natural wooden furniture make it feel like this room is a part of the woods I am usually stuck in. The thick scraggy feel of the woven blankets, combined with the animal furs strewn across the bed made the room feel almost wild.
    As I slide out of the bed and slowly make my way around the room I can't help but notice there is nothing personal in it. No picture frames line shelves, nothing is out of place. The only thing that is out of order in the room is the thick, deep gouges that line some of the walls, like they kept a animal caged inside this place.
    Since it is just a dream I suppose there is no harm in snooping. So I slide my hands across the carved dresser and slowly open the drawer to see the contents. Maybe they will give me a clue as to the rooms owner.
    I pull the first thing out of the drawer and it is... clothes. Duh... people keep clothes in dressers. I continue rummaging but all I find is some socks and boxer briefs, all in black. The second drawer houses shirts, again all in black. I open the last drawer on the bottom and find jeans. Shockingly they are all... dark. Dark blue almost black. This person seriously needs a clothing color upgrade.
    I thrust my hands deeper into the drawer hoping to find something that can help me identify where I'm at... or whose things I'm rummaging through. At the bottom of the drawer I can feel something hard with sharp edges. Pulling it out it turns out to be a picture frame. The glass is cracked and split but the family in the image looks happy. They all have dark black hair, tanned skin, and