Mar 29, 2014
Pretty Please
32. Your muse hears my muse crying softly in their sleep.
She hadn't meant to fall asleep, all she wanted was to relax with her book, but the couch had been so comfy and everything was warm and the light was going down...
And she was back, just as she always was. The same nightmare, the same blood and basement and why?! She could feel the tears running down her face, and the loud screams in the dream broke through as whimpers to the waking world as she tried to force herself awake.
