A_Dream_Come_True

A Dream Come True My nights consisted of sweat beads falling down my fore head and fears of drifting back into sleep. I don’t think that my parents really ever understood how frightened I was when I woke up from one. I can specifically tell you how it smelled in some of my dreams, or what I might have been wearing. But every nightmare was the same, a dark bridge I’d fall from into murky rapids underneath. My hands would become clammy when I drove over a bridge. I’d clench onto the steering wheel and pray that I didn’t lose control. I wouldn’t dare change the direction of my eyes; for a single glimpse of the muddy waters below would fire pains to shoot threw my chest. Flashbacks of those thoughts swelled in my throat and the air passing through my lungs would become thinner and thinner. I would never consider myself a wimp. Ever since I could walk I had bruises and band-aids decorated in an assortment of colors on my legs, elbows and arms. I was a tomboy at its best when I was young, and still have a tendency to walk away from a game with the most amount of dirt myself, life, way, water, time, onto, one, just, bridge, back, away, walk, river, day, couldn’t, boat, since, scared, nightmare, hard, felt, fear, young, yet, very, underneath, tried, top, thought, thinner, think, swimsuit, steel, standing, something, ready