DREAM AND REALITY
~LEXA WYETT~
I didn’t know why I did that, Maybe I was pissed that he kept looking down on me, I may be his employee but am also human.
“You heartless man” I murmured
My eyes felt heavy, how much percent alcohol was in that wine, Grant was taking it in like it was harmless, curse my lightweight.
I staggered but Alexander caught me as I rested on his arm, his cold blue eyes held mine, “am so tired” I whispered, as the hallway became a little blurry.
Opening my eyes a little, I could tell I was in my room, the familiar ceiling looked like they were spinning, and there was that face, that familiar face that keeps me awake at night.
“Are you real or in my dream?” I asked
“You think you are dreaming” he asked.
I nodded.
“You are always crossing the line, even invad
