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Jade Moore

Lapis L.A.
Ed. Casey Rosenthal

SLEEP STORY I
(From writer’s point of view)

My coronation had started, and I was late.
I was nervously making my speech

when, suddenly, everyone melted around me.

I appeared in the woods.
I was surrounded by trees and plants.

I looked around, scared and afraid.
I didn’t see anyone,

so I tried to fly,
but I couldn’t take off.

My wings had been destroyed.

It felt like my back was on fire.
I tried to scream for someone,

but I wasn’t making any noise.
I began to run, faster and faster,

until my wings got caught on something.

I turned around.
A person with no face was grabbing my wings.

I tried to scream again.
It was like someone had grabbed my throat.

Then I woke up in a cold sweat

to my alarm at midnight,
my back in extreme pain.

SLEEP STORY II
(From writer’s point of view)

I am running along an open field.
I don’t see anyone else.

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