Sadie could only watch in stunned awe as the scalloped edges of shadow crept across her face and over the quilting of the bed. From above, she was also utterly engrossed in the macabre unfurling, unable to look away. If not so deeply ominous, the scene might have been beautiful in some gothic, heavy manner.
Unmoved from prior to the vicar's transformation, she found she couldn't breathe, nor unclench her teeth. She felt panic threading through her, trying to grab hold of her senses and cocoon them in fear. As her stare up at the intimidating shape of him intensified not unlike a cornered animal, the dreaming woman found she could could only watch through her own eyes. No more second vantage.
Sand fell in ribbons and curtains off of the bed. It was completely covered, though Sadie was not. The ceiling ceased to exist, exposing the both of them to the harsh, dry heat and blinding light. The sun was obscured by the winged man, and he was thrown in stark contrast to the clear sky, his outline and wingspan darkened black in silhouette.
This is a dream, she thought strongly but could not form words to say, expecting full well for this mysterious specter to understand her as clear as if she'd screamed it. She did not know that as a fact, but because certainly she couldn't be expected to believe that two demons could inhabit the same person. That would be too cruel.