Yo, cousin. I made a short story just now and thought you might want to read it.
I lay on the soft, fluffy grass as I gaze up at the beautiful, star-adorned sky. The pale moon was a thin crescent as the the sky got darker and darker, eventually going from a deep purple to a dark black. I sighed contentedly, looking to my left, seeing my big, happy family watching the stars with me. After a few more hours of star gazing my family all got up, motioning for me to follow them. I tried to get up, tried to move, but I couldn't. They all started to walk away, all twenty-something of them, leaving me behind.
My eyes snapped open, revealing the white padded walls of my so called 'bedroom'. An insane smile spread across my face after recalling the events of my dream. Of course I couldn't move, I mean who could, what with this troublesome straightjacket and all. Even if I could move it's not like I could follow them. After all.......I did kill every last one of them. After that thought the entire asylum was filled with maniacal laughter from a certain insane girl.