Thena

I was walking down the stairs, peeking through the picture window to see what the weather was like outside. There was no car in the driveway. That didn't make sense; I've been keeping my dad's car in the driveway while he was unable to drive. Instantly suspicious, I look out the window again to confirm what I just saw. The car was there, but it was covered in a pile of mud and leaves so that it appeared to disappear into the landscape. Yup, I'm definitely dreaming. There's only one thing I can think of doing in a dream. I picture my crush, standing in front of me. I run to him and kind of launch myself at him, wrapping my arms and legs around his much-taller body as I plant a big smooch on him. He wasn't as sturdy as he seemed, though, and we both fall over. I think my head hits the floor. The dream changes, and I find myself back in front of my window where this all started. The scene outside can only be described as a post-apocalyptic nightmare. There are all these roaming animals fighting each other. My sister's sweet little cat comes up to me and I pick him up, making a promise that I would keep him safe from the horrors outside. He bites me.