I have never been able to sleep peacefully. I always dreamed. A horrible dream, terrible one. I would wake up sweating, profusely.Trembling, constantly shaking and breathing sharply. Doing things that Heather Melvin was never allowed to do...being afraid, in the dead of the night all alone. You know that feeling when you're to scared to cry, that was just a taste of what I felt every night. The fear would choke me and seize my voice and tears. And yet, after that nightmare, the next morning I would have to Heather Melvin again.The one who smiles, laughs and lives her life without any care in the in the world. Why would she be miserable, she is smart, beautiful, rich and has her best friend always by her side, someone like her should never be miserable, but it was possible for her to feel that way. At that point in my life, I thought 'oh, how unfortunate I was.' I never knew that one day I would think about that life, that dream, that fear and think 'I was living in a bed full of roses.'