I woke up screaming my voice hoarse like I had actually had been there. I couldn't have I was just plain old Clara, nothing special, nothing new. I was me of course, but something spooked me that girl was me, everything thing about her was me. When I was her it was like I was born sometime else not here not now ,but farther ahead when I would be just a distant memory known by my future family. Everything she had experienced had been a part of me , but only a few moments later I could barely remember her name, and I forgot about the man who saved me except his look of disapproving, his face when he saw the real me or- the real her, I felt all that with every inch my life I needed to please him, like it was my life.

I made breakfast, bowl of cold cereal, the usual. The limp mushy cereal stuck to the roof of my mouth, why did it taste so bland today? it seemed boring compared to something, but I couldn't remember what. After the third spoonful, I couldn't take and put in the sink. the crash was satisfying as it hit the dirty dishes.

Another boring day of taking care of two children. they didn't wear me out like the before, they could tell today was not the day to mess with me. I flopped onto the bed this time my favorite pajamas. I pull out my mum's book 101 Places to go. Flipping trough the pages I was swept over with sadness, me and mum and planned our adventures together and I couldn't go without her. my mouth felt like sand paper and my eyes welled with tears. Not now Cara I told myself, but it was too late, the tears were running down my face. At first it was only one or two, but I was so overcome with sadness that a flood of tears came out of nowhere. Why did my life have to be like this? I asked. There was no answer. I was able to return to an almost state of calm.

After I had finished crying my eyelids drooped and out of nowhere I became sleepy. Within moments I was drifting to sleep