I sat up in my bed. What was that awful noise? Whatever. Maybe if I ignore it it'll go away. I flopped back on my pillow and let myself fall back asleep....
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Okay, apparently ignoring alarm clocks does not make them go away. I stumbled over to shut off the alarm, then into my closet.
"What should I wear today?" I wondered aloud, still half asleep. I smiled when I saw my favorite dress, short and black with white butterflies across the front. It sounds like it's a little girl's dress, but it really is cute. It's way too formal to wear to school though. I traced one of the butterflies with my finger.
"Tarabithia was wearing almost this same exact dress in my dream last night..." I mumbled. Then my dream flooded back into my mind. "Oh. My. God." My mouth dropped open in shock, and my legs almost gave out.
YOU ARE READING
The Boy in My Dreams
Storie d'amoreA story about a girl who keeps having weird dreams about a random guy in her class. FYI, I suck at English, so this book might be awful. I'm just trying something new.
