Aug 9, 2016
@finalboyisms
“You ever hear of ‘lucid dreaming’?” She stands before him on the street of the cul-de-sac, mist beginning to seep past suburbia’s trimmed lawns. Hands are shoved casually in the pockets of her midnight hoodie. It’s as if she was in this situation before this weird purgatory between reality and nightmare. “Is that what’s going on here?” Ginger asked her classmate as if she already KNEW what was going on. Her tone was dry and bitter. Something sinister was lurking within her.
