What is sleep? Pt. 2

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It was papa, momma and I. Just out riding our horses down the riding trails since it was Christmas Day and it was lightly snowing; everything was fine. We had stopped and were throwing snowballs at each other having an amazing time; since William my elder biological brother was MIA or Missing In Action; we were upset but we had to continue on with our lives and not dwell in the past.

Everything was going smoothly!

Everything was fine!

Everyone was safe.

Or were we?

No. We weren't. All of a sudden I'm surrounded by red coats and my moms dead body! My brother was there with the King!

King George the 3rd. "THE HELL?!" Was all My father and I could say before they knocked us both out. The last thing I felt was my father's hand in mine...

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