Literature
Confused
Another dream
But this one wasn't scary or terrifying in any way.
It was confusing.
I dreamt that I was with one of my dearest friends. She and I were sitting on a patch of the greenest grass I had ever seen. We were laughing, we were smiling, we were happy. We were as happy as we could be. I kept thinking how the sky never changed its colour during the day. It remained the purest of blues, not a cloud in sight. The warm breeze fluttered though our hair, giving it a boost of confidence to take to the wind. My shady blonde hair danced in the wind, hers did the same.
I had never been happier. It seemed as if nothing could go wrong in