Eden gazed over at the tall, handsome stranger that had made the comment, “What did you say I was?” she asked him, her eyes moving to gaze upon his sculptured face, “I said you were perfect” he breathed once more, his eyes lifeless as he spoke.

“You’re perfect,” he echoed several times, gazing down at her yet his mind was focused in some distant place. She stepped back and shivered in slight fear, “Please stop saying that!” she suddenly screamed, her bright eyes widening.

He stepped forward and grasped her wrists harshly, his mouth curling up into a devilish grin, “Being perfect will always be your greatest flaw…” he muttered to her. Eden felt her back being pushed against the cold concrete column as he held her hands above her head to keep her restraint.

The boy began to fade and her sight became fuzzy, as though she was peering through a blanket of smoke. A blinding light filled the unknown place and she felt herself become tired and fatigued – she collapsed on the ground beneath her and surfaced back into reality.

Eden glanced around her bedroom, rubbing her eyes and letting out a sigh of relief. It had only been a dream, well a nightmare, but still it was all in her head.

These episodes had gotten worse and she had began to think that they weren’t just random aspirations – could they be messages? Maybe signs? Or was she hallucinating due to some odd reaction? She hadn’t a clue what they could be nor did she have the strength to ponder about it for she was exhausted.

The only thing similar about the dreams was that one statement, “being perfect will always be your greatest flaw” and even with that she still didn’t know what that could mean. Eden had, had enough of this nonsense; she laid back down and tried to fall back asleep – this being much harder than she currently thought.