My alarm went off and I woke up. I was in my red and polka-dot thermal pajamas. It was around 6 in the mourning.

I turned my light on. I was sleeping with teddy, he had no slits. I hugged him so tightly, so happy it was just a dream.

Jill was in the bed next to me, not even aware of what was going on, more proof it was just a dream. I was so relieved.

Teddy was okay, I was safe, and Jill wasn't worried. There was still that thing with the black sand though. How come I was able to see it?

I got ready for school. It was a Friday, yay, but I would have to tell the dream to Jill sometime, we told each other everything. When we had dreams and remembered them, we would usually try to find a meaning together.

That's just what we did; we were best friends and sisters. We were both 15 and in grade 10, I know hard to believe. We were also different in many ways, like she's more of girl, and I'm more of a tomboy.

On the way to school, Jill complained on how there wasn't any snow yet. It did it every year. I wouldn't snow for so long; we would think it would be a green Christmas, which would be depressing. Then it would snow right before Christmas.

I live in a place called Stratford. A small town, in southern Ontario, I live on a dead-end street, not far from the high school, so we could walk, we usually got a ride though. Another reason why we like snow, school's canceled when the bus is cancelled; unfortunately, it wasn't a snow day, not even an ice or fog day, so, the ride was so short, I didn't tell her about my dream.

"Where's jack frost when you need him!" complained my sister. Yes, we believe in Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, sandman and the Easter bunny, even Jack Frost. Don't tell Jill this, but I also believe in the boogeyman.

I feared him. Who do you think I'm afraid is going to grab my ankles, or leave skeletons in my bed? That's why I always rush when out of bed.

While waiting for our first class, I decided to tell Jill the dream. After I did, all she said was "wow…. You know that's like a nightmare for a 4-year old, right." Yeah, I knew she would say that.

I have a childish side, we both do. It is very unusual for a 15 year old girl to sleep with stuffies, have like 30 of them, watch only animated movies, mostly rated G or PG and believe in Santa, the tooth fairy, Easter bunny, sandman, Jack frost, and boogeyman.

I don't know about you, but I like being childish. It makes me feel young.

I at least hoped that she would give me a reason why I saw nightmare sand in my nightmare. We used to always say the reason she was getting all the good dreams and I was getting all the nightmares was because Pitch would completely ignore her, and go straight to me. We wondered why that would be, I was wondering that again.