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Hey people. :]

The only reason I posted this was because I was curious on what the readers (i.e. you) would say/think. Because, originally, this was my private challenge/venting fic, where I'd come home, put my iPod on shuffle (or just pick a song I felt like listening 2), then see if I could make a story based off of the song. I did some for other books, (I hav like 7 already typed =D) but most were for Percy Jackson. Becuz it's my favorite, non-vampire series. X}

If I do continue this then I hope to get at least 20 or 25 song-ments (song based moments).

And to fans from my other story: DON'T WORRY. Moonlit Mist (Night World) is going on fine. Almost 3,000 words already ^_^… not a lot but not bad right? (*this is where you say:right*)

So there. Long Author's Note over. I'll stop bothering u now. :)

Someone Wake Me Up

There was nothing more frustrating than a beautiful nightmare. One that kept coming back and back to haunt you every night. One that always had you waking up confused; not knowing what it is you're supposed to feel. Scared, because you didn't know what it meant? Blessed, because you got to see it again? Or maybe even annoyed, because you really needed your sleep?

Sometimes, Sally Jackson just wanted it all to stop.

She wanted peace of mind. She wanted to be free from anguish and turmoil, to live in a world where vices didn't completely overrule virtues.

But most of all, Sally wanted a life free of tough decisions, because that seemed to be the only thing she ever did. That, and then regret them.

But…

There wasn't a thing she could do about it. Her cards were dealt. Choices were already made. Nothing could be changed.

Like that plane crash incident, when her parents left the world and her. After that, and ever since her first sighting through the Mist, Sally's life had felt like a dream.

And then every night, that dream would turn into a nightmare. Whether a beautiful one or not, Sally had no control over it. Absolutely none.

That was why tonight, her imagination took a turn for the worse.

Tonight, Sally dreamt about that day in Montauk Beach.

She could see it again, no need to close her eyes or revisit dreamland to imagine it, she already was. She wasn't staring at the white, popcorn ceiling of her apartment; she was looking at the serenity of an aquamarine beach, rejoicing at the energy the radiant sun and balmy weather were supplying her. She wasn't hearing the pitter patter of rats making their way behind the walls of her one-bedroom apartment building—no, that was the soft crashing of the waves against rock outcrops. Salty sea air engulfed her senses and played with her hair, warm grains of sand itched up her toes… and a surfer with a suspicious-looking triton was glancing at her.

Sally blinked.

And she was back. Back in her bed, back in New York City, New York. Back in reality.

Great. Now she was daydreaming too. She shouldn't have woken up in the first place.

Head feeling like jelly, breathing more than a little shallow, Sally laid shaking hands on her protruding, 7-month belly. She always did that, it was routine. Her only way of making sure she wasn't crazy.

And then… Sally felt a faint, strange thump underneath her palm.

A kick.

The baby kicked.

Her fingers stopped tracing random figures on her stomach. Her breathing stopped for no more than two seconds, and her entire being was screaming with something like—what? Fear for the task of parenthood ahead? Bliss, for the satisfactory feeling of giving life? Or maybe irritation, for the two more months left before she could see what will become of her not-yet born child?

And yet, no matter the many contradicting feelings were inside her system, happiness or apprehension, nervousness or joy, there was one sentence that rang true in her head.

It was worth it.

That little bundle of life inside her, the little, living gift that reminded her of what had transpired and who she was, was worth it.

The one thing in her life that she didn't regret.

There was nothing she could have done to change this outcome. Nothing she wanted to have done differently.

After all, there was nothing more riveting than a beautiful nightmare. And if Sally Jackson's life really were a dream, she wasn't planning on waking up any time soon.

It feel's just like I'm going crazy;

I guess we won't be making up,

And now that even you can't save me,

Will someone wake me up (someone wake me up)?

Song I listened to: Someone Wake Me Up by: The Veronicas

Author's Note: Threw in a bit of the song there for you. =} both because I thought this was short (don't even think the story itself reaches a 1,000) & because I lurve the song XD.

And Reviews would be nice, request a song in a Review too if you wish, it'd be great to hear new music 8]