must be a dream.

Evie turned around in her bed feeling stuff in her chest and uneasiness in breathing, she froze at the sight of someone staring down at her.

That someone makes her heart flutter in excitement and pound in anticipation. It was Zoe, it can only be her.

She blinks, assuming it's just her imagination. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and opens her eyes and behold, Zoe was still there staring at her.

"I must be dreaming!" She mutters to herself, still in disbelief.

"No, you are not," Zoe voiced, stunning the wandering girl.

Evie scrambles on the bed adjusting herself to sit upright, "Zoe?" She calls out, making sure she isn't hallucinating.

Lately, she's been seeing Zoe more often in her dreams and even tends to envision her in everything she does. Right now, she isn't sure of what is real and what is imaginary.

"Are you that sick that you can't see or what?" Zoe questions with a slightly raised brow.

"It's real, she's here" Evie murmurs blinking at Zoe, "h-how did you get in? "