my family adopted a little boy with short blonde hair, i would presume he was around 4 or 5 years old. he went to the sink and grabbed a butter knife, he smeared some orange sauce all over his face. the cup was so caked and stained, i was gonna go to the shower to clean it. i tried to sit in front of the tub but instead i slipped and landed on my hip.
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Dream Journal
General FictionFirst part of my dream journal, second part is up and running. Writing down my dreams caused by intense anxiety. Some dreams may be graphic, mature or traumatic.
