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Myla
Damn, but I have some funky-ass dreams.
In my night visions, I’m twelve again and getting ready for another day at Purgatory Middle School HJ-261. Mom takes a brush to my hair, pulling and tugging, all in a vain attempt to get the tangles out. Since it’s a dream, this goes on for way longer than it needs to.
I give Mom’s hand a gentle tap.
Fine, I smack it hard because this is Dream Mom and she’s really yanking hard. My scalp feels like its on fire.
One smack hits air. The second connects with scaly skin. A high-pitched yelp sounds.
That can’t be right.
My brain is still drowsy with sleep, though, so who knows? I might be hearing things. Opening my eyes, I find that my side of the bed is surrounded by six Reptilian ladies in enormous gowns. The closest one has her webbed fi
