Only In my Dreams

Only In my Dreams

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It was perfect. Genevieve rubbed her toes in the soft sand, and stared into his olive green eyes. He looked at her like she was the sun. The cool breeze blew her thin, white sundress and tickled her bare feet. He was wearing a thin white shirt, and his half smile wasn't worth anything in this world. The pastel sunset surrounding the quiet beach made the scene feel like a postcard. The only sound that could be heard was the low sloshing of the waves a couple feet away. The water would rush up, wet their toes, and then race back to the ocean. She looked at him, memorizing his face, and suddenly bright lights hit her eyes. She squinted and attempted to shield her eyes from the obnoxious light but she found that she couldn't move her arms. Her face felt like fire and panic hit her in the stomach. Her eyes began to drift... I thought it was death. My face was burning, my breathing was staggered, and my heartbeat was faint. Muffled voices whispered in my ears. Light seeped through my eyelids. I must be dead, I thought. I didn't know heaven would hurt this much! Is that you God? Am I hearing angels? As my eyes began to adjust I hit a realization: I am definitely not in heaven. I opened my eyes and found that the room around me was blinding white, and men in white coats with startling silver masks surrounded me, observing my face closely. I heard an ear piercing scream. I almost lifted my hands to cover my ears but remembered I couldn't feel them. "What did you do to me?" She croaked, her energy low. A masculine doctor- that's what she decided to call them, doctors- stepped forward and replied menacingly, "Sweet dreams, Genevieve." She felt a stinging twinge in her heart as a needle stabbed her chest. As quickly as she had woken up, she disappeared into darkness. *CLEAN* *AGE APPROPRIATE*

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