I have dreamed of living
Morgan Dylan faded in and out, barely able to open her eyes due to the pain searing through her. For the short times before she would lose consciousness and blackness engulfed her, she wondered fi she would see light again or hear and see Bradley. It was strange to her that she couldn’t remember a time when she saw Bradley smile. Morgan frowned, or at least, she thought she did, before she was gone again. The next time she came to, she felt less pain and more aware of a bright light invading the edges of her vision. She grew accustomed to the feeling of a calloused hand holding hers. Morgan’s heart stopped for a moment, not remembering Bradley having calloused hands, although after the past few hours she assumed they cold have become calloused. Morgan shot up a little
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