I was breathing unsteady,for some unknown reason. It was only a dream.....wasn't it. As beads of sweat started to roll from my forehead,it started to feel hot. I untangled myself from my sheet,and walked to the bathroom.
Looking in the mirror I only saw my reflection,as usual my short midnight blue hair was in a mess. My eyes were slightly dilated,and red I must have been crying. Why did the dream feel,so real all I could feel was sorrow.
Those blue eyes haunted me in my dreams,but they also looked welcoming.
"Why do I do this to myself?" I said with a heavy sigh. I turned off the light,and went back to my comfy bed. I looked to my alarm clock which read that it was 4:05 in the morning .Letting out another sigh I tried to relax,and get comfortable I had two more hours of sleep.
This has been happening lately,for some reason I would always wake up before my alarm clock went off. I couldn't sleep so I turned on my lamp which is on my side dresser,I got out my book "Confession of a murder suspect by James Patterson". I realise that my window was slightly open with a is slither of light beaming threw the open crack.
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Short Story[ deprive of feelings ~or~ responsiveness] "These dreams they feel so real" Y/N said with a hush voice. "Because they are." Before I could react to the voice something soft was connected to my mouth, and I was out like a light. ~~~~~~~~ This story...
