Erin shuffled through her apartment half asleep as shadows tried to grab at her and trip her. She ignored them. They always did that when she woke up. She got a glass of water and watched as fairies flew through her living room and little horned creatures ran across last night's homework. Of course they wouldn't ruin it. It's all in her head. As she woke up, her imagination calmed down.
“That's better,” she said to no one in particular. She went back to her room to find that a set of clothes had been set out on her bed. Jeans, a white t-shirt with black elbow length sleeves, and a black light hoodie. “Thanks, Gideon,” she said as she started getting dressed. A dark man came out of the shadows with his eyes shut.
“I know how you hate mornings,” he said exaggerating the word. It was technically afternoon. Erin slipped her shirt on and told Gideon he could open his eyes. It made her uncomfortable for him to watch her dress even though everything