Her Terrors Are Your Callings

The forest house was deathly quiet for this time of the morning, enough for Maple to take notice when she groggily rose out of bed. She glanced at the clock in one of the logs in the wall.

“Nine.” She mused, stretching her arms out and letting out a low yawn. “Will-“ she turned her head to wake her beau, and instead, the color drained from her body.

Willow was indeed lying in bed with her, but, his eyes were an empty, pitch black, his fur drained of all color, and his expression blank, emotionless. Maple shot up, slowly backing away as she stared at Willows unresponsive body. “Wha...What the-“ she started, but as she backed away further, she stepped onto nothing but air, losing her footing and plummeting into a pitch black void with a terrified scream, watching the light of the world above her shrink as the void seemed to swallow her whole. It shrank and shrank, almost down to a speck amongst a sea of black, until...

“Maple!”

She shot awake with a wail, clenching her chest and hyperventilating before quickly regaining some composure, silently leaning into Willow’s chest as he immediately took her into a consoling hug. “Y-You were turning and shaking in your sleep, I didn’t know what to do! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Sh-Show me where! I can he-“ Willow rambled but stopped in his tracks when Maple began to weep into his shoulder. He decided to hold his tongue, giving his partner a deep, passionate hug while he rubbed the back of her head. “...Y-You’re okay. That’s it, just a bad dream Maple, its okay.” He said, letting her lay on top of him as she slowly calmed down