It wasn't just a nightmare, but something else that gnawed at the poor Earl's soul. Something felt wrong, something was out of place and time and this is why the young bluenette felt so odd. Despite how curious he was, his nightmare this night was different, nothing haunted him, only as if something or someone was missing -- and yet he soon has to find out what that feeling is.
He kept shifting, furrowing his brows and letting out the softest sounds of struggle as he was still in his sleep. It'll take something for him to wake up, but it seems that the familiar soothing voice that called his name every morning simply wasn't there anymore. How strange.
Peering his eyes open, he squinted his eyes at the sudden sunlight hitting his face, letting out yet another white the Earl laid on his back and gazed at the ceiling. Greeted by the strange smell, the young bluenette simply couldn't find it in him to gaze at his surroundings to know where he was. At any rate, without a single doubt the Earl wasn't at his own place, this wasn't his room, this wasn't his bedroom -- none of this was his. Something was wrong, completely wrong. He wasn't panicking, but he was rather confused, lost in his own reality. And as he focused his gaze to the corner of the room, a certain spider kept glaring at him, waiting.
