walking home i realize that i know nothing other than this girls name. i dont even know her age or where she came from. i just invited a stranger to come and live with me. but when i looked in her eyes something just clicked and for some reason i felt like i could trust her. i want to know her story and the story behind the sadness in her eyes. i arrive home and is greeted by my great dane molly. " hey girl " i great her. she goes and lays down on the couch. i pull my jaket off and sleing it over the chair. i walk in to the kitchen to put on a cup of coffee. i walk down the hall to the guest room. there is a small twin bed under the window on the far wall, a book shelf on the left wall, a desk at the end of the bed and on the right wall is the door to the bathroom and closit. really the only thing that has to be done is the sheets and moving some of my junk out and in to the attic.~ after i finish cleaning the whole house was spotless. its around midnight and i am really tired and want to sleep. i open the door to the only room that hasnt been clean, my room. i take off my shirt and jump on the king size bed. molly comes runing into the room and jumps onto the bed beside me. i cover both me and molly with the blanket. i slowly drift off into the same terrifiying dream.
