June 2, 2011.
Frantic
"It was the nightmares that came to her."
She awakens, soaked with sweat and heart racing. The dream had been so real, as her dreams all are these days – too vivid, too bitter, too close to reality, for her comfort. The world lurches, and she knows she's dreaming still.
One tear, frantic.
A/N: Those kind of dreams are the worst, don't you think?
Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.