Wow

                                    

                                          
I see nothing but darkness I'm breathing. So I'm alive. But it's dark. All I hear is silence. I hear a click of the door opening. Just a bad dream. Wait.
Who's opening the door? I don't live with my parents anymore. I see a women with a t-shirt and shoulder length hair. Her pants are a pale yellow almost beige. She doesn't have a face. 
I jolt awake. It's pitch black outside. "God these dreams are killing me."
As my feet hit the plush carpet I notice my dog, Macy, isn't in here. She's probably on the stairs. She never fails to be adorable but when I wake her up she barks until morning. I float to the the staircase and see my dog. She is curled up on the top step. I carefully float past her, allowing myself to hit the carpet. She stirs "Hush Macy it's me." My words drift her to sleep. 
As I make my way to the kitchen I think. That dream has been reoccurring. Darkness. Wake up. Room. Lady. Accept I never saw her until now. Every getting closer and closer to the revel and then I wake up. I make some hot chocolate. 
                          
As I sit on the window sill watching the rain pour I think about the dream from the beginning. I realize I'm not in my own room. But my childhood room the girly pink walls plastered with hearts, trees, fairies, and wolves. I was obsessed with fairy tales. Still am frankly. But my parents being strict catholic never once cut there hair.
Or mine. So that women couldn't have been my mother. 
                          
"This is giving me a head ace.." I say a little to loudly. Oh god I forgot all about Macy! To late. I hear her desperate barking and levitate toward her, scooping her up and going criss cross apple sauce in mid air. She seems to like being in my lap while I float. "Hush baby it's alright." I coo her back to sleep. Wow. That was easy. I put her in her foggy gray bed with her toy carrot. She loves it. I don't know why. Actually that's a lie. We watched bolt together and she fell in love with bolt. She loves him now, and insists on having her trusted carrot plush with her at all times. 
                          
I sit down on the couch and settle in to watch Allison in Wonderland. A classic I love. But I never really get to watch thanks to me being distracted by Macy and her dog walks.
I hear a knock on the door. Who could be here this late...?




                          
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Hello lost soul that stumbled upon my story! I hope you enjoy it so far. I know is short but the next part will be long. 
Peace! ¢яувαву