'No!' I yelled. I jumped out of the bed and looked around the room. There is not much one can see, when you're in complete darkness. I stood there, taking in deep breaths. The dream wasn't a nightmare, so to wake up all scared was slightly baffling. It was just a dream.
'Dear God, one painting, just one, has me coming up with the weirdest of dreams,' I muttered to myself.
I sat back down and got back underneath the covers. It was just a dream.
'Yes, just a dream,'I slowly closed my eyes, to be surrounded by darkness, again.
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The Boy in the PaintingMystery / Thriller
'Death is our best friend from childhood. It is just lost in this cruel world. When it finds its friend, what happens, only it decides. Has Death found its best friend? We will find out tonight,' Father Jones calmly stated. I like drawing, so yes, t...