Dear My Hope and Dream of Salvation,
You have to listen to me. I know this will probably make absolutely no sense to you, but it doesn't make sense to me either.
I'm not on Earth anymore.
I'm on some parallel universe where they're holding me captive. I'm not sure why, and if someone could tell me it would be much appreciated. And you know what makes it better? I have a roommate. Well, more like a tied-up-next-to-you buddy. He's unconscious right now, but I'm sure when or if he wakes up he'll get us out of here for sure.
Yeah, right.
But honestly, you know what makes this okay? I left my notepad in my back pocket this morning when I was writing a grocery list for Mom. Oh great. Mom. They're probably out searching for me right now on Earth, and most likely blaming some innocent man for my disappearance, just like you see on Dateline. Poor guy.
Wait, what Dateline? Not helping. At all. Shut up, Charlotte.
Well, anyway. It looks like the sun is setting. Or whatever that orb of light is. I'm off to try and sleep and dream of my captors not coming back (which they haven't, thank god) and the Sleeping Beau to my right to wake up and explain to me what's happening. And best of all going home. But what if my roommate doesn't understand it either? Well, I guess I'll cross that bridge when I get there.
Sweet dreams, (Wait, to whom? Myself? Or to you, Hope and Dream of Salvation? Wait, who is that?)
Charlotte Starr Kipperten
I put away my notepad, and fell into a restless sleep.
Please review your thoughts. Love ya, bye!
