I haven't dreamt of drowning in a long time. The water hasn't come for me since I began feeding heavily from the Dreams of others.
My Incubus hasn't been around either. I think it's because I'm now able to do what he does, even if it is on a much smaller level. The last few times I saw him, he attacked me, clawing at me. I felt that pain, even upon waking, carrying the phantom wounds of his attack for weeks after each occurred.
I hated the water, feared it, and yet, on some level, I also miss it; more than I do the loss of my Incubus.
I long for those waves to claim me again.
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