I stood up from my desk, picked up her laptop with one hand,
took her hand with my other, and led us to the bed. After I settled
in with her laptop, I started to read to forget the drunken idiot
downstairs.
I was immediately transported to the Victorian era with
and deeply loved Alexandria, her very unfortunate best friend
unluckiness always attracted enemies, so Rose eliminated them by
the story.
“I got goose bumps all over my arms!”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Of course!” I smiled and wrapped my arms around her,
M
“You dreamt this!”
“Many times.”
“How strange.” I could see the fear she tried to suppress in
“Okay.”
are mine
She laughed and kissed me. Together we edited her play,
Carrie. The
storm raged outside, and all the negatives of the night were soon
forgotten. She was slowly drifting off to sleep. Suddenly, there was
the lights to go out.
“Alex?” she whispered groggily.
“Yes?”
“Could you please bring me some water?”
“Okay.” I got off the bed, taking one last glance at her in
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