Cross walks and
Crossed hearts and
Hope to dies.
Silver clouds with gray linings.
Sure we can take the world
Back from
A heart attack.
One maniac at a time
We will
Take it back.
You know
Time crawls on when you're
Waiting for the song to start
So dance along to the
Beat of your heart.
-Don't even speak to me if you don't know this.
You know that stupid saying? "Too much of a good thing isn't a good thing?"
I assure you, it does not apply to sleep.
Or maybe it was the twelve hour watches, no eating or sleeping during said period, that was getting to me.
But wait, you say. Didn't you not have time in Heaven figured out?
Dude, time is the least of our worries. Patrick and Abby couldn't get sent back. We didn't know if Abby would still have cancer. We didn't know anything.
And it was getting on my nerves.
I wanted some security. Some knowing that when I fell asleep when I woke up everyone would be there. And I didn't have that.
Normally my sleep was the only time I had any peace. I didn't sleep often, but when I did, I slept like a comatose patient. (Pun not intended.) I was so tired by then that I never dreamt anything. And even if I did, it was stupid stuff. Running through a hallway through feet deep in peanut butter while being chased by a dragon that looked like my Aunt Helen? Oh no. The world is ending.
Patrick and Abby were more highstrung than ever. Abby always had a fresh tear or two on her cheeks before she cried herself dry and moped around like a ghost of her former self. (Pun not intended I swear.)
By the time my watches were over, I was exhausted. So I slept until Bianca shook me awake and the cycle began again.
This went on for days.
This went on for weeks.
This went on for- oh hell I've lost count.
I shook Bianca awake, her groaning and twisting and her way out of the sleeping bag. I quickly replaced her. The last thing I heard her say was, "You know the drill."
I was in a valley. There was a mountain range to my right and a forest to the left. It was breathtaking.
Literally. The air was filled with smoke.
Everything was on fire.
Smoke twisted and tangled its way into the air, making something so pure into a killer. Something that gave us life into something that took away that same thing.
Logistically, the body has three minutes in such unbreathable conditions to get the fuck out. Add burns on legs combined with an increased heart rate, and it would kill me.
Also logistically, dying in a dream kills you in real life. But I wasn't lucid, so shut your face.
So I ran. My feet hit the ground as little as possible. But I paced. If my heart rate went up too much, I'd die.
My shins felt like Kentucky Fried Chicken. My windpipe had a thick, sappy tar on its edges. A bead of sweat dropped from my nose.
Sweat is more water than waste, used once. Besides, said waste is put into lotions. Those hydrate. I wish I could be kidding. Check your lotion for urea... Like urine...
So I rubbed my sweat on my legs. They still hurt like a bitch, but less burns.
Then I collapsed into a peaceful darkness.
Dear Wattpad,
Yes I have no social life but I don't have time to rewrite these damn chapters.
