Every night when I fall asleep, I am pulled into the same dream.
The man in the dream was gentle and paranoid. He pampered me like a princess, but he also whispered in my ear over and over again, saying that I was his and that I would never run away in this life.
I thought it was just a ridiculous dream, until the Polaroid in the dream appeared in reality, and the pursuer in the dream became the person around me, until I saw him on the hospital bed, who had been in a coma for twelve years——
He looked exactly like him in the dream.
Sixty nights of lingering dreams, twelve years of obsession.
He used his consciousness to build a safe house and a cage for me.
It turns out that I am not an intruder, I am his only light, only antidote, and only obsession in the past twelve years.
