Dream A Little Dream

Dream A Little Dream

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida vie, ene 15, 20211h 6m
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Annie Aislyn is a sophomore at SummerHill University, a private university for the musically and artistically inclined. Because of past trauma, she suffers from maladaptive day dreaming disorder and when she's not playing the violin or doing ballet, she's off in her own magical world with her dream boyfriend, Gavin. Spring semester has just begun and all seems normal, that is, until her daydreams start coming to life. At first, Annie's thrilled, but soon an unexpected boy from her past makes an appearance. A boy that's supposed to be dead.
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Annie Bloom is an average girl. She's in college, has a best friend, works, and studies. Yet one day she finds herself attacked, hospitalized, and nearly killed. Her best friend, Will, is certain it has to do with the guy she just started dating. Is Will jealous? Could her new boyfriend be involved? Or is it someone else entirely? Annie must find out quickly because every day could be her last. *** I could feel nothing but the pain. I felt every hit in excruciating detail with each erratic, painful heartbeat as my world became reduced to a series of agony. I struggled to breath through the broken ribs that constricted my airflow like a two-ton concrete slab had fallen on me. The blood from the blows to my head rolled down my face in waves. My arm was twisted at an impossible angle, yet I couldn't scream because my mouth would not open. I could feel the kicks coming at me from all directions, and as I received another one to the head I knew this was the end for me and my heartbeat slowed. The stab wound was bleeding too much for me to survive. When they left me for dead my eyes began to droop and the last thing I saw through fuzzy tunnel-like sight was a man running towards me before one final rattling breath coursed through my broken body and my heart stopped beating.

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