Thankfully, she came back before her dad. So as she closed her front door and slid her back down it, she releasing an immediate sigh of relief. She ran up the stairs causing the old wood to crack beneath her feet. As she got to her room she unpacked her bag and hid the new novel under her pillow, ready to read it at night when her questions start erupting to the surface.
About an hour later, him screaming "I'M HOME!" made Emma jump. She thought he was going to be home later, but she didn't mind it. She went downstairs to say hi and went back to her room. She started doing her homework till she had an idea. "The internet!" she whispered, loudly. Her dad heard calling up to her "You ok?" "Ye dad! Just talking to myself" Emma replied, she was embarrassed at the thought that her dad heard her talking to herself. Like she lost her mind. Which she is slowly thinking she is.
An hour or two later, she has already eaten and finished her work. The rain started to pour, hitting the window and watering the bricks outside. She liked the rain. Just like the moon. But the rain helped her think, the moon made her sleepy. But she still liked them both the same. But she didn't let the rain distract her, she was on a mission. Trying to find what is wrong with her. The unusual sleeping patterns, a weird illness, questions and an extremely real dream. But it came up with results to cleanse your soul. Which she thought was absolutely bizarre. She isn't stressed she is.. Well, she is stressed but she has too much going on in her head and meditation won't help. She was clueless. So she decided to just read her new book, in hopes she would fall asleep. Not fall into a dream.
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Surviving A Dream
FantasyDreams.A complicated part of the brain.Or is it a reality? No one knows,I hope
