What if you could escape the walls of reality just by dreaming? That's what Cordelia Johnson did. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ I picked up the journal from Gramps' old rolltop desk. I ran my fingers over the golden lettering on the wrinkled cover. "Dream, Dels, and never stop. -Gramps" Quickly, before dwelling on happy memories of...
The name's Wren. Wren Larson. Over the past year I've been beaten down by my own brother (physically and emotionally), decided that I was, in fact, some sort of introvert, endured chaotic family deaths, miracles, and the occasional move. Of course, these were all normal, but what happened next was anything but.