What are you doing here?

*Sometimes we get so tangled between the worlds that we forget the difference between reality and imagination....in my case reality and dreams.

I walked on the icy cold tiled floor, shivering in a never-ending room with just brown doors with huge silver locks all over them.

The pale yellow walls looked old, paint was worn out in places showing the previous white paint of the walls.

I let out a breath, a cloud of fog formed as I exhaled. I rubbed my bare arms with my hands trying to warm myself as I continued walking.

None of the doors were open.

I stopped to observe the wall closely, there were claw marks from where the paint came off. My brows knitted in confusion as I touched the marking on the wall.

Werewolf.

I could sense these were made by a werewolf.

I licked my cold and dry lips telling myself it was only a dream....but why did it feel so real?

Just a few more minutes then I would wake up, with this thought I started walking once again. The fear kept growing with every ste