"You're special, you know that right?"
In my dream my mom stroked my hair. Long light brown curls that her fingers seemed to tangle in.
"You're going to do great things with your life."
I can see a younger me, maybe six, gazing up at her with sparkling eyes.
"Will I be as great as you?" Younger me asks.
"You will be better."
I awake with a start before my alarm goes off. It's 6:46 in the morning and it's already really bright outside. When I look out my window, my eyes squint from the light.
That dream shook me a little. I wish I could ask dream-mom "How? How will I be better? What do I need to do!"
Since I couldn't go back to sleep, I decided to go sit out on the porch.
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Shaken
Teen FictionHe was the type of boy who sat alone on roofs and smoked cigarettes. He drove his car around at 5 a.m. on a school day just because he could. He was dangerous. Not the type of dangerous involving guns and knives, but the type where you knew if you...
