My dream had nothing in it but a bird, flying high above me. I watched it until I looked down and realized that there was no ground, and I fell, down, down down, and right as. I was about to hit the ground, I woke up with a gasp, and my hand clenched around the blanket.
I slightly twitch on my sleep. This dream was a nightmare..
Watching my family be executed in front of me..
It's a memory...
Not a dream
I wake up, but not as sudden. Cold sweat runs down my face.
I need to act normal..
(I'm trying to unistall half of my things, go on Sims 3 forums, get some friends and play Sims 3.. So, I will be checking. But, eh.. Might not reply after a bit.. Maybe.)
I take out two glasses and fill them halfway with orange juice. I sit back down and hand Cindra the glass, putting mine down in front of me. I take a big bite out of the muffin.
I set down the muffin and take a sip of the orange juice, then take another small bite of the muffin, savoring the flavor.
"I like to make the foods I like the most last."