[when she didn't wake up, she wrapped her arms around herself. It wasn't cold, but she suddenly had goosebumps.
She didn't come back to the journal, instead leaving it in the grass, as if it might suddenly bite her if she tried to pick it up. It wasn't rational...but then, neither was waking up with wings on your back.
She gave a shallow laugh] It never is.
[.....]
Fine. I'll bite. If this ain't a dream, what is it?
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She didn't come back to the journal, instead leaving it in the grass, as if it might suddenly bite her if she tried to pick it up. It wasn't rational...but then, neither was waking up with wings on your back.
She gave a shallow laugh] It never is.
[.....]
Fine. I'll bite. If this ain't a dream, what is it?