Disclaimer: I don't own mortal instrument.
This is a poem inspired by it
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I open up a dreaming door
With little people on the floor
All with little smiling face
And lots of little tiny places
Looking left looking right
Never knowing wants in sight
Then the ground and I start to fall
Down a weird pictured hall
Turning, spinning on the spot
Just seeing a speckled dot
That shimmers and shines in the light
And turns out to be a star of night
Then the dreaming door starts to closes
There nothing more that it knows
Hearing voices on and off
An someone having a little cough
Forgetting the dream that I had
Whether it was good or whether it was bad
"Clary I know your awake" Jace said laying next to me on the bed. "Bad dream" he asked
"No it was good I think I don't really remember," I said back
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Bad I know I don't know why I do this to myselfAnnika
