Before Sara and I went to bed, she had me lock all the windows and the door. I also gave her my cell, just in case, then I went to bed. Shutting the door behind me, I strip off my shirt and go to the bathroom. Flicking the light on, I look in the mirror at my pale body, now covered in bruises from the pummeling Evan gave me. I turn my head and look at the initial contact bruise. Strangely, it's not colored or noticeable. Sighing, I shake my head and remove my jeans, then get in the shower. I wash the gel from my feathered blonde hair, leaving it soft and simple. I then wash my body, making my skin satiny. I jump out of the shower and brush my teeth, careful not to run the brush on the split in my lip. I put a fresh pair of jeans on and climb into bed after drying myself off. As I fall into my dreams, the clock reads 1:39 A.M.
In my dreams, I run across a long bridge barefoot, being chased by something huge. This bridge is familiar, and I can't place where until I see an island at the end. The place I live is a small island, only accessible by bridge. The water is filled with rocks that tear up the bottoms of boats. I continue running to the fog enshrouding the island, but every time I break through the curtain, the bridge gets longer and longer. I break through the fog once more, and the island is closer than ever. I run faster than ever, but I notice a woman on the edge of the bridge. I look over at her, but her face is shrouded in shadow. She jumps off the edge, and I run in the direction of the island, hearing a bloodcurdling scream. Suddenly, I feel something cold pressed against my chest. Startled awake, I sit up and look around, seeing Sara standing next to the bed. "Sorry to scare you like that. It got too cold out there, so I was wondering if I could sleep with you." She blushes. "Yeah, no problem." I sweep my blanket back and let her climb in with me. She snuggles up to my chest, pressing her cold hands to my bare flesh. I shiver and breath deeply, inhaling the scent of her shampoo and her perfume as I wrap my arms around her. She looks up at me with her jade-green eyes, and smiles. "Thank you for everything today, Jake." She kisses me, then falls asleep. Even with her arms around my neck and the tired feeling from the fight, I still find it difficult to fall asleep at 4:00 A.M.
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The Real Definition Of Insanity
FantasyIn a world where demons and ghosts are accepted by society, one man listened to them and is committed because of it. While balancing both a disability and the voices, can he and another break free from both the physical and metaphorical prison which...
