Need a New Door || Edgar + Nathan || v6 w3 Tuesday early morning
It was always the same room, the same window giving the same amount of light. The man always had the same grin and the other man always sounded the same. Nathan had been having the same dream for as long as he could remember, and as far as he knew, there was no reason for it. All he did know was that it was not a nice dream and every time he had it, it left him in a cold sweat, usually at early hours of the morning. Every so often, the got particularly bad and he'd have to step outside to get some air before he could even think about going back to sleep.
That morning, it was bad; really bad. Everything just seemed clearer, louder, closer. Nathan woke with a jolt and instantly got out of his red and rushed to the door. Upon grabbing the handle however, his current state of monumental fear caused the entire door to reduce to a mud-like puddle on the floor around the hallway. Nathan tried to mute his ell of shock before just falling with his back on the damp doorframe and just trying to breathe.