Dream
Maya's POV I was never one to have fully clear dreams. I would always wake up with a fuzzy memory that it was crazy or just nothing at all. I envied the fact some could remember theirs in great detail. Perhaps it was a swap for the fact of the visions I would get. Those would be crystal clear and burned into my memory. Sometimes it was things I never wanted to see. Curling up to Joe, his warmth and scent covered me like a warm blanket. Relaxation settled, going in to sleep. Pictures started forming of a dark forest, I smelled the scent of high altitude pine trees. Tall trees met my eyes, as I walked through them. The farther I got the darker it got. I was loosing even the silhouettes of the pines. I stopped, glancing around I was frozen by fear. Worried what I would find in the darknes
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