I woke. I was shivering beneath the blankets even though my apartment was hot and the heater was still running. I had dreamed again. I rolled across my bed to the side my nightstand was on and grabbed my journal. Fumbling for a pen and opening to the next clean page. I sat up and leaning on my elbow I began to write.
Day 97-
I dreamed again and it was the same as yesterday's. Except today, I saw the mans eyes. They were green.
I closed the book and put it back, placing the pen beside it. I sat upright and let my feet hang over the edge of my bed. I wasn't afraid of the monsters under my bed because my dreams, are much more terrifying. Rising I walked to the kitchen and pulled a cup from the cabinet. I turned on the tap and filled my cup. Leaning against the cool counter I drank. My dream is about a man who is stealing a painting. I know the painting because it's my own painting but, I always wake up just before I see the man's face. Tonight was different because this was the first time I had seen his eyes. They were the most brilliant green I had ever seen and I wondered who could own such a beautiful thing in such a ugly world?
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Letters to Fate
Science FictionAll Fionula wants to do is find the man in her dreams. Not the man of them. But when she does her world is turned upside down quite literally.
