Knowing she had a purpose, made waking up the next days very easy and bearable for Marceline, She was very much bed ridden for days, Days that turned weeks, Very excruciating Days and hours that allowed her relieve each nightmare in a similar pattern that messed heavily with her head, But the elders always said, ‘There was a light at the end of a tunnel’, However in Marceline’s case, she hated how often they forgot That, ‘The light only came to those who where still alive to see it, and Marceline had barely escaped death, Only to be plunged in yet another again.
The morning was different, She had woken up without a nightmare, Her day was bright and her head was clear of any worry, but she made it so, It was better to strategize on an empty head she thought, Not one plagued with worry and
