Elizabeth Toston
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LITTLE BLACK BOOK
I woke up in a panic! Breathing hard, sweating my heart pounding in my chest. This was becoming an old habit. Where had I just been, what had I just experienced. This was nothing new, it was the same thing that had happened every night since I was old enough to recall my own dreams. If that is what you would call them. Do you know anyone who can say that they have never had a good dream? I mean one of those dreams where you are in paradise laying out on a beach relaxing by the water. Maybe that dream where you are being held in the arms of a beautiful stranger sharing a perfect romantic moment. Well, that never happens to me.
By Elizabeth Toston3 years ago in Futurism