"I'm going to bed, mum," I say wearily, rolling off of the sofa to rock onto my feet.
"Alright, your dad'll be home about midnight, so don't worry if you hear anyone downstairs," she says, then she makes shooing motions with her hands. "Go on, you look dead on your feet! Would you like some peaches to take up with you?"
Her friends all look at me expectantly. This - all of this - it is all an act. They don't get to see the seething monster that my mother becomes during the day, the piles of beer bottles and cigarette butts lying around, the smothering grey smoke that fills the house as she sits on the floor against the sofa and can't be asked to get up to turn off the oven, and screams at me to do so instead.
I swallow thickly. This - all of this - it is how a mother is supposed to act.
"Yes, please." I take a bowl from the pile and spoon some of the peach slices into it. "Night then. Love you," I say in a strained voice.
"Goodnight, Eva dear. Remember to tell your friends you'll be busy tomorrow!"
I mentally roll my eyes; as if I even have the friends to begin with. The first person whom I'd told about my strange lucid dreams called me a loony and gave me the nickname Nuteller, a fusion of the word 'Nuts' and my surname 'Teller' in a supposedly humorous fashion, the chocolate spread image not helped at all by my long, frizzy, dark brown hair.
My dreams are always so much more exciting than real life. How I wish they could be real, just one night of dreams being my reality would suffice!
"I will," I answer tightly. "Goodnight, mum."
"Goodnight, sleep tight, Eva dear."
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𝔒𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔘𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔄 𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 | ♛
Paranormal**COMPLETED** Eva's been thrust into a dream world that is just as perfect as it sounds. She's found a better life in her imagination, but will it stick? ~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~= And then, once I have taken in the room before me, I remember...
