Please Wake Up_Pants are for Snickers_Waking Nightmare_The Warmth of Jasmine
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Please Wake Up
"You can go home now, Miss Bryans. Just come back in a few weeks so we can check on you." The doctor said, nodding towards Olivia's mother. The twelve-year-old smiled brightly at the news as she barely had her feet on the cold floor.The doctor soon left and Olivia's mother went to gather her daughter's clothing. Olivia had gone through surgery to help fix her scoliosis. Soon she would never have to visit the hospital every few months. Olivia was ecstatic about this fact and couldn't wait to be home.Olivia was helped into the wheelchair and guided to their car. The car ride was peaceful with mu...
Pants are for Snickers
I’m running through a building. I run down one hallway, then another and another, looking for an exit, but the building keeps shifting around me. One room leads to another but they are all the same and there is no escape. I hear a phone ringing from far away. The noise is getting closer, getting louder, until it is coming from everywhere.I wake up. I am in bed. It was a dream. My heart is still beating fast as I reach over to the night table and pick up the phone. “Maya?”“Yeah?”“It’s time.”I am out of bed and on my way to the door before I hang up. I am walking quickly toward the elevator. I n...
Waking Nightmare
And then I screamed, begging for it to be over, I wrote furtively in my notebook. After being shaken awake from a nightmare, I had gone straight to my dream journal to document it. My groggy boyfriend watched me curiously. “Did you finish writing your nightmare, Sarah?” he mumbled sleepily. “Yep, just about done,” I told him. “Just one more sentence.” Jordan was sitting upright now, his warm chest pressed against my arm as he looked over my shoulder into my notebook. “Why are you so interested in my nightmare?” I laughed, smiling through tired eyes at his sleepy yet intrigued face. “Same rea...
The Warmth of Jasmine
I am often reminded that life is an influx of change, but of a cyclical sort. A flowing river, but loopewww.onedoor.ccd. A meander, pushing in on itself as time wears on, leaving crescentic scars along the outskirts of the oxbow lake that is humankind. A very particular something rushes through the floodplains of life, a something that wants to change us and alter the course of our stream. These somethings are usually simple enough to recognize, carrying names like Love and Hatred, Belonging and Exclusion, Recognition and Ignorance, Faith and...Realization? I don’t know if those two are synonymous. Neverth...