Dreams Do Come True

I don't know why it happens but, every morning I sketch my dreams to remember them and... they come true. They're not always dreams though, sometimes they're nightmares. I've grown afraid of what my hands will create each morning. The future is unknown until my pencil starts scratching against the paper. I never know if I'll dread what I create that day and by the time I do it's too late. The future is set.