The Ida

Tossing and turning, struggling with all my might. Why can't I do it? Why can't I? I open my eyes and slam my pillow to my head and let out a weak scream. I get up, look into the mirror and stare into my eyes. What's wrong with me? I examine my face from top to bottom. I look completely normal. But why?

I hop back into my comfortable bed which smelt like a sweet strawberry. I close my eyes, and begin to drift to sleep. Time to try again.

With an unpleasant scratching to my door, I wake from my sleep and shuffle on to my feet in a panic. Scratch, Scratch. What is that? I slip on my soft and fluffy slippers and leap towards the door, creasing it open just a crack. Then a head sticks in the crack, and pokes into my room. Wow, it was just valentine (my black cat)

She looked up at me and began mumbling "can you dream yet?"