• I didn't understand my dream, the sense it carried was unwillingly distinctive. The connection it made through me, was warm and natural. And so, as I lifted my eyes, I kept grasping for more. Although the image had faded, the feeling was still there.
    "Alyssa!" A sweet voice cried. The words floated with ease.
    "Coming." I sighed. It would hopefully get her to be quiet as I lay undisturbed in my gloomy chamber.

    (In Progress)