The morning flooded the house as Doris sleeps peacefully. Yet, she turns and turns to the crow's hurtful shrill in the distance. Sweat pierces her face as her mind takes her into a barren field, filled with bones and blood surrounding her.
Suddenly, she turns to an unknown, baritone voice that is murmuring something under his breath. Draped in black, Doris deems to get closer, when the figure leaped to her space, sending a shiver down her spine.
Suddenly, the hollow sound of Nathan's shaken voice wakes her up as he became worried when she kept on tossing and turning.
"You had a nightmare. Aren't we dreamers in our own way, even the dead too?"
"Yes. Very charming."
"Miss. Do you not get it? A joke?"
Still shaken up, Doris just chuckled at his 'not so funny' joke and went into the shower to get clean. Opening the shower curtain, it looked clean as glass, like someone did the cleaning last night. Suddenly, Doris thought of Nathan helping her, and laughed softly at the sentiment.
Reaching the living room in a towel she unexpectedly found, Doris saw Nathan sleep so peacefully and approached Sleeping Beauty. Her face, still dripping of water, leans above his youthful face. On an impulse, as the feathers fly, she extended her hand and began to stroke his hair. So soft like the wind and his smile… like a faint whisper.
Suddenly, he began to open his eyes slowly and Doris quickly realised and decided to leave, but his arms, out of nowhere, gripped her waist. Gently blushing, she saw a small smirk on the edge of his lips and realised his game.
Enraged, she pushed him away and proceeded to change, leaving him laughing… yet blushing softly too. Closing the door behind her, Doris sunk to the floor once more as her heart raced rapidly, thinking why she's feeling this way; for a guy she barely knows.