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given the persona they wanted us to have. I felt my anxiousness turning numb as I started struggling to keep my eyes open. My chest tightened, and my head felt heavy with worry and disgust. I was deep in dreamland, in another world altogether, when something brought me back. I froze, listening carefully. I couldn’t hear anything, but I definitely felt a presence outside our window – our second story window. The window slid open and a bright orange torch shone into the room. My body stiffened as I tried to call for Sam, but the dark presence had a paralyzing effect over me. The dark figures were inside the room in a matter of seconds. They were too fast to be human. My heart pounded inside my chest, and my arms stiffened against my sides as my body sank deep into the mattress. I felt myself slip away as they neared. I tried very hard to shake my spirit free and to save it from being sucked into the unknown, but I was in some weird state of paralysis. My lips wouldn’t move. My whole body was slipping away from me. I didn’t know if I would be able to escape, if I let myself fall into the darkness of unconsciousness. The two tall, dark figures made their way past Sam’s bed. I felt my soul shake violently as I fought for consciousness. I strained to pull myself free from the darkness that threatened my soul in a desperate attempt to grab Sam. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t scream.
    “Ava!” I heard Sam shriek as one of the figures held a pillow over her face.
    I need to get free , I thought, as I struggled against my invisible restraints.
    “Damn it, Ava!” she yelled, and I finally felt myself snap out of it.
    Sam’s thumbs burrowed into my shoulders as she shook me. She stood inches away from my face, her breath warm against my cheek. I looked around – all was calm. There were no dark figures hiding in any corner of the room, but I did notice that it was unusually dark. The glow of the three aqua moons had faded. They lay behind a blanket of clouds.
    “You scared me!” Sam exclaimed.
    “Thank you,” I heard myself say, as I held my fists over my heart. “Just a dream,” I said, falling back into bed.
    “A nightmare is more like it.”
    Sam’s tone wasn’t calm and pleasant. A pale light fell on her face and I could see how puffy her eyes were. She must have been in a deep sleep. She stumbled as she climbed in next to me, and we lay spooning each other until she fell asleep. She lay behind me, her long arms stretched over my torso. Sam was there for me every time I had a bad dream; my safety blanket. Her deep breathing turned into a soft snore. I fought, and tried awfully hard to block out her snoring, but I couldn’t fall asleep, however. I lay there terrified of the shadows. Slowly slipping from Sam’s grip, I made my way to the kitchen thinking that a cup of warm milk and some comfort food would ease my angst. My feet hit the warm wooden floor and I thanked my lucky stars for technology; the invention of what is known as under-floor heating was amazing. I made my way down the stairs silently, so as not to wake any of my flat mates. As I stared into the fridge, my bare thighs broke out in tiny goose bumps. I looked over my shoulder in the direction the slight chilly breeze was coming from, and noticed an open window above the counter that held all our blenders and replicator apparatus. The stifling smell of smoke made its way toward me. Who would have smoked down here ? I wondered. There were six of us in the apartment, but I couldn’t recall any of them ever smoking as it was forbidden to the female species. It must have occurred only a short while before as the smell of smoke was still heavy and potent in the room. I crinkled up my nose and shook it off. I continued to peer into the fridge, pulling out a canister of milk. I searched for some grapes, rummaging through the drawers to no avail, stomping my foot in disappointment.
    “Typical.” I murmured.
    My grandfather, being our founder, had