She woke with a start, her heart pounding with dread. Oh no... had her nightmares come true at last? Had everyone grown tired of her? Abandoned her?
She glanced at the clock. It was only midnight... Perhaps she'd fallen asleep yesterday in her throes of illogical outrage. She flushed just thinking of the way she'd behaved. There was no need to be such a brat... But just once, she wanted things to go the way she envisioned them. And she hated feeling so out of control and in the dark. She stroked the sheets beside her and felt that they were cold. Sitting up, she made her way to the window and pulled the curtains back, gazing at the beautiful NY skyline. Somewhere in her idle thoughts, she heard voices. She stilled, listening carefully. Marit sounded much better. She was happy to see her brother no doubt. And ... well he sounded happy too. All was well with them once again. Good... Climbing back into bed, she stared up at the ceiling and closed her eyes. Tomorrow was her first day in the classrooms at SoMA, and she hoped that it would go well. After lying there for what felt like hours, she finally drifted off to sleep and once again, dreamt of dark corridors and cold rooms. Oh she hoped it would be this way forever...
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August 2017
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