The girl slept and we didn’t even know her name. I sighed after I made my bed and slept, and I wish I didn’t.
“Why can’t you just leave my dreams alone?” I stood in front of the dreamy Mark with my hands on my hips, just like my mom always does when she gets ticked off.
“Because your dreams are fun, especially when you were about to dream about Daniel,” he raised his eyebrow in mockery.
“How did you know that I was going to?” I asked, gazing at Mark. I get too confused all the time and nobody reply to my questions.
“My powers, of course, did you assume I’d just go around and watch your dreams flow by without ruining them?” It wasn’t a question, it was sarcasm. If only I could get my hands around him and make sure he doesn’t exist.
“Why are you doing this?” I really am fed up with the
