Charlotte
By the time I got home, my head was pounding. I swallowed the tablet the hospital gave me and then went to bed. For the first time in a long time, I was tossing and turning in my sleep. I dreamt of being locked on the roof. I dreamt of being in his arms as he carried me off of it. I dreamt of opening my eyes to his worried face when I fell. I dreamt of my hand in his. I dreamt of his short laughs and his smirk. I dreamt of his kiss.
And then, I dreamt of me letting go and he had disappeared. Merging with the shadows. That was the last image I had before I opened my eyes. I was so restless, it took me a minute to figure out that I was awake. I turn on my side to check the time on the clock beside me. It was past six. Crap. I wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight.
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