Silver Wilson
“Silver, guess what?” she says hopping excitedly around me as my eyes flicker open. Ouch! My head hurts, I groan from the pain placing my hand on my head as I sit up. I stare at my surroundings coming to terms that it was all a dream. Jane spoke to me but her voice resulted in murmurs as I fixed my gaze on the nothingness of the surrounding.
D-Damien. I stutter, my voice low. Fear and panic were evident on my face, and worry clawed my face causing an obvious wrinkle. Jane went about murmuring some things but I can't quite get myself back to reality.
Why was Damien in my dream, I struggled so hard to remember everything that happened in my dream but I could only get tiny bits out of it, I couldn't make a complete scenario.
It was rare for me to have dreams but whenever
