Goodnight Katelyn

Katelyn, a young art teacher, lives by her mother's warnings: men are wolves in sheep's clothing. But when a mysterious, faceless man invades her dreams, whispering seductive words and stirring unfamiliar desires, her carefully constructed defenses begin to crumble. Is he a figment of her trauma, a growing paranoia, or something far more real and dangerous? As her dreams blur with reality, Katelyn finds herself drawn into a seductive dance with the unknown, forced to confront the hidden desires within herself and the terrifying truth behind the man who haunts her nights.

Goodnight Katelyn

Katelyn, a young art teacher, lives by her mother's warnings: men are wolves in sheep's clothing. But when a mysterious, faceless man invades her dreams, whispering seductive words and stirring unfamiliar desires, her carefully constructed defenses begin to crumble. Is he a figment of her trauma, a growing paranoia, or something far more real and dangerous? As her dreams blur with reality, Katelyn finds herself drawn into a seductive dance with the unknown, forced to confront the hidden desires within herself and the terrifying truth behind the man who haunts her nights.

The sun's brilliant light woke me up early in the morning. As I opened my eyes, I noticed my bedroom window was open, allowing a fresh gust of air into my room as well as the sun rays that passed through the sheer curtains.

I carefully stepped down from my bed and moved towards the window when my eyes had acclimated to the brightness. I pushed the curtain back, stretched, and peered out the window to see the magnificent view outside my bedroom. Then, I noticed the dream catcher hanging just next to my window.

It has been a long time since I had this thing with me. This dream catcher was a gift from my mother when I was a child. She kept reminding me constantly to put this on my window or anywhere near my bed, and that is probably why even though she's not here with me, I still have a habit of placing a dream catcher inside my bedroom even though I'm old enough to know that dreams are just dreams and nothing more.