It’s 12:03 am and I wake up, screaming to the top of my lungs. I just had a really horrible dream. Luckily no one was home to rush in my room saying, “Angelica, Angelica! What’s wrong?! It was only a dream! It’s okay!” like they really give a shit!
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THE MIST
Angelica laid in bed Deep within her resting When the solemn whisper Awoke and beckoned her Under the covers