Rhododendron
send me a floral question
Rhododendron: What’s the scariest dream you’ve ever had?
”Oh wow.” She chuckles, “Okay, are you prepared? I’m slowly waking up by someone blowing on my neck, which is weird because I am by myself, the room’s door is closed and my grandmother’s asleep — she wouldn’t do that anyway. I groan in displease, despite being freaked out and I think it’s the window left open that blows wind over my neck — but is isn’t. I open my eyes and there’s this black hooded figure in front of me, blowing at my face. I can’t see its face, though. I try to scream but nothing comes out, instead, as soon as I try to — the figure moves backwards in such an amazing speed, as if it’s sucked in, and rests in the corer of my room, in front of me, staring at me until I actually wake up.”
