Am I dreaming? Or am I awake? I can't tell anymore. Reality? Or imaginary? How am I supposed to tell? I only know to stay awake. My eyes are drooping, and I can't keep them open much longer. If I fall asleep I may die. I can't fall asleep, not today, not ever. My name is Stella Demarko, I am seventeen years old, and this is my nightmare. Cover art by: @foreverawritingdork Written by: Rachel EpsteinAll Rights Reserved