Riley and i were going for a walk through the woods at night. It was cold and snowing, and he gave me his jacket and took my hand. We talked about whatever we usually do. I was truly happy. My stomach was going crazy with butterflies. We came upon a bench. It was absolutely beautiful, old English style, black, but no snow on it. Something told me we should keep walking, but we sat down anyway. He wrapped me in his arms, and we continued talking about nothing and everything.

I glanced around, and there was a thick fog surrounding us. I looked over at him, my sense of unease growing. He took my hand again and said we should get out of there. I wholeheartedly agreed. We got up and started running towards home, but the fog was so thick, I couldn't see anything, including him. His hand slipped out of mine, and I was alone. He called my name, but it seemed to come from every side. I couldn't tell where he was. I tried to yell for him, but my voice wouldn't work. A hand grabbed my shoulder, and I started to turn to see who it was, but before I completely turned to see the face, I woke up.

That was about 3:30 this morning. I had to calm down to prevent myself from crying. Once I fell back asleep, I had a dream semi-similar to the previous one.

I couldn't see anything. It was black. I was in a bedroom. I don't know how I knew this, I couldn't see a thing. I kept calling out for Riley. Nobody answered. I called out once more and started crying. And then, he was there right beside me, holding my hand and cradling me in his arms. He told me it would be okay, and that he would get me out of that room if it was the last thing he ever did. And then he closed his eyes and started to lean in to kiss me, and I woke up before he could.