It’s there again. Of course it’s there again, it’s always there, always has been, always will be. You go back to sleep, but why are you so drawn to it, why now? Is it a different colour? Is it moving? It looks like it’s... no. It can’t be. Could it? It looks like it's watching you. Are you hallucinating? It’s gone, but where? How? All you did was blink. It couldn't have gotten far right? You feel obligated to follow it. "I'll see you soon."