Madotsuki wakes with a start.

That uncomeatable feeling of post sleep sweat. She jumps out of bed in a rush to write.

"His name is Yumeki, we where at my apartment but not. Exited into a large open void room with 12 doors. The eyeball door scared me a lot. I hope we can explore together. I don't want to be alone this time."

She finishes writing. A break would be nice, no need to look at the time. 

What. Is. Time?

She goes over to the TV and turns it on along with her console. The comforting tune of Nasu plays. The game makes he feel warm and fuzzy inside. Nostalgia.

In the dream Yumeki waits. He goes to each door examining each for clues of what could be beyond.

One of the doors, the indigo with rectangles, is colder than the others. The knob frosted up, what feels like wind blowing from behind it.

Yumeki hates the cold. Can't stand it. Sweater weather please, none of this winter stuff and don't get him started on summer.

"That door keeps looking at me," he quietly sighs before going over to the door with the eyes. "I like attention yes but not like this..." he looks at the door, the door looks back. Chills rage down his spine making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. "You're just a door, you can't hurt me." he says with a small smirk.

Bright lights shine from another door blinking almost without a pattern. The lights where bright, stupid bright. "Please hide no carnivals." He says with a half sigh. To many dreams has he explored of a killer carnival. Even in his own wakeing world carnivals are too much, sometimes feel like a scam too.

Awake or asleep. The line is getting blurrier by the second.