Title: Frustrations

Author: Abigayle

Rating: eh..G

E-mail: crabbyabbie01@aol.com

Disclaimer: Not mine. 'Nuff said

ANs: While going through my old floppies, I stumbled on some old fics I never published. This one is extremely short, but when I showed it to Kat- scan, she said that she thought I should publish it. Original ANs are at the bottom.

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Ever stop to think, then forget to start again? Such a stupid one-liner, but God, it's so true.

Take today, for instance. Contrary to popular belief, I woke up from a terrible nightmare. No, it wasn't my cat who woke me.

My cat talks, by the way.

Most of my friends think my cat wakes me every morning. It's true--she tries. You should hear her try to yell; she has to scream to wake me, but if my mom heard her, she would freak. Hearing her tell it, you would think I'm some sort of sleep addict, or something.

The problem is, these dreams I've been having lately, they start at about five in the morning or so. How would I know--I'm asleep, for the love of peaches! But by the time morning rolls around, the dreams have turned into nightmares. I don't know why, but I am physically unable to awake until the nightmare has ended. Strange, I know.

But back to my original point.

Sometimes, during the day, I space out, trying to recall the events of my dreams. Most people say I'm daydreaming. My best friends tell me I'm fantasizing over that hunky tuxedo kamen. All I want to remember is what those dang dreams are about!

I usually space out right around science. That seems about right--science is first period. After that, I'm gone for the rest of the day.

It's so damn frustrating. Like when you're trying to say something, and the word you're looking for is on the tip of your tongue, but you can't think of it. Or when you drop your pencil during a test and it's just out of reach... if you lean over any further, your desk will tip over, sending you and your papers flying to the ground.

And the damn guy beside you is too lazy to pick it up and hand it to you, relieving you of your predicament.

I know my dreams have an actual plot. They're the same every night, too. When I'm dreaming, I know exactly what's going to happen next, but when I wake up, everything's a blur.

I can only recall a few unimportant details of my dreams. My beautiful white dress. The deep blue of the eyes of the man I love. The feeling of complete trust when I'm around my faceless friends.

I just want to scream. I know it's just a dream, but for some reason, I know it's very imperative I know what happens during them. It almost feels like everyone's in on a huge secret, and nobody's bothered to tell me.

Math, already? Maybe I should go back to sleep. Maybe this time, I'll actually remember.

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ANs: Time for explanation. It's 1:00 a.m. I don't know where the hell that came from. Once again, I'm following the time-honored tradition of writing for the sole purpose of falling asleep. I'll probably read it in the morning and trash it, but maybe I'll post it, hoping someone will r/r.

Here's a thought: maybe I should try writing when I'm coherent!

TTFN! -Abbie-chan