As the dream faded, and darkness appeared, I cried in my sleep.
This was the fifth time this week I had done this. I barely got any sleep and Germany's daily routine health runs, weren't even keeping me up to my happy go-to self. I sniffled; wiping off the rest of my dried up tears, and curling up under the thin covers.
I don't know what has gotten into me, but I feel as if every time I'm day dreaming...every time I'm sleeping... I see him.
I see Holy Roman Empire...