.::*The Next Day*::.

.::*`Early In The Morning`*::.

I awoke, abruptly, from a bad dream. One that was more like a nightmare, one that I hadn�t had in a long time. I remembered myself at the age of four, having the same dream that I had just had, and woke up screaming. This time, I woke up to find myself in a cold sweat. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and read four in the morning. I climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I entered, stopping to look at myself in the mirror. My face was pearly white, as if I had just seen a ghost. I even scared myself. The dream I had just had wasn�t any ordinary dream. It was a dream about Kelsey dying. It was something that had possibilities of happening and not happening. The last time I had this dream, my parents comforted me till I fell back asleep. I knew I didn�t need my parents this time. I splashed my face with cold water and then dried off my face. I returned to my room and sat down on my bed, unsure if I wanted to go back to sleep. Back to where that dream could catch me once more and torment me in watching my best friend die. I had no one to talk to at this moment. Every one I knew was sleeping.