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Laura could not stop thinking about Carmilla, even as she slept.
Her dreams of the other girl were fearsome, yet beautiful. Every night when Laura fell asleep, visions of Carmilla’s loveliness and grace haunted her. Her slumbers were filled with the soft sounds of Carmilla’s footsteps, the enticing scent of Carmilla’s skin and hair and the almost unbearable sweetness of Carmilla’s kisses on her lips and breasts.
She awoke each morning feeling guilty for her strange thoughts and desires, and oddly drained of energy, although she knew not why.
All she knew is that she wished her dreams were real.