Sweat poured down my back as I ran in my floor-length white nightgown. It held me back from committing to a full sprint as I tripped through the forest. That looming feeling was gaining on me, stalking closer. Closer. My instincts told me to keep running and not look back, but fear gripped my head and forced me to look behind. What I saw was far more puzzling than terrifying.

A mirror. Gold gild...

I fought a grin from forming on my lips as my partner snorted at the reaction we had all but expected, his audible amusement earning him a quick jab to the ribs. You would never have guessed he was severely intoxicated if it hadn’t been for his childish sense of humor. It might have been endearing if I hadn’t known why he drank so much. I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen him without his ...