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Ive been having this dream for quite some time now. Im not sure how to connect it with reality anymore.



The dreams involve a dog like creature - much like a large orange coyote. The animal runs to my rescue in every dream. And, the dreams tend to always end with this animal staring through my eyes.



The eyes on this magnificent animal are those that I have never seen before. Bright green eyes with a hint of brown toward the iris - one could barely capture unless they were to study the face for some hours.



Every morning I seem to wake from my night fantasies completely breathless. My palms almost always smell of moist dirt and grass.



Ive already ended seeking my mothers shoulder - seeming as well she probably already believes I am a complete lunatic.



My mother is a rather small woman. Her hair is short nd curled at the ends - a rich red color, her eyes are a gray and turqouise mix - which I was lucky enough to inherit, and her lips are small and humble. She is gorgeous to most men in our community. And some nights she spends at the local bar just down the road.



She looks at me as a disappointment and always speaks to her boyfriends about how much of an odd ball I am compared to herself.



Im quite average - long light auburn hair that I like to wear in a single braid, plump but small lips, an average build, and I dont wear anything too revealing like the other girls in my classes. I would suppose that I am slightly different. I would have never thought of myself as a disappointment though.



In school my grades are above average - I never miss a single day of my classes.



Now that I think on it - I guess those could call me one of them good girls that do nothing wrong.





CHAP. 1? :3





I woke this morning able to see every breath I took - my skin elevated with goose bumps. My scavenged the end table for my clock - 6:00 AM. The sun is hardly up at this point and its cold and damp outside. The curtains to my room are blowing fierce with the wind - implying that we would most likely have a good breeze all day today and that my window was open. I usually close my window every night before I work toward my slumber. My mother was more than likely peeking on me during my sleep - she hates the heat.



My numb finger tips managed to grip to the top of the window so that I could close the wind source. Still, my lonely room is colder than usual. I will take this time that I have to prepare for my morning classes. On a normal going day, 6:30 is the time I would wake to prepare for my day. So I figure a half an hour off of sleep wouldnt harm my schedule too much