Lucky Me // 60, A Diggy Simmons Love Story Right after dinner, we got a call from the police station. They had changed the court date to Friday, and today was Wednesday. I didn't think I could muster up enough composure in two days. A few weeks sure . . . but forty-eight hours, eh. And just when I didn't think my worries would grow any larger than they had, my nightmares threatened to kill me. If you could die in your dreams, would you die for real? `~`~` I had been running through "The Spring Fields". The sun was shining brightly, and the day was just perfect. A beautiful, white gown was slipped over me, flowing caressly in the wind as my feet barely touched the ground as they took me towards the sun. I felt so at peace. Then, images of Daniel began to flash before me, his beautiful face more of a masterpiece than the brilliant sun. I felt so warm and loved and free and joyful. The feeling was almost to astounding; I felt as though I didn't even deserve to be feeling it. Th! en, almost as if the beautiful day had read my rambling mind, a flash of lightening lit the sky, and soon everything was dark. Dark clouds swarmed the sky and thunder rumbled loudly. My beautiful gown had been torn and shredded, and was frighteningly smeared with blood. The ground of soft grass and flowers had been been replaced with a cracked ground that spat fire in numerous spots. And then I realized, I had stopped running for enjoyment. I was now running for my life. I didn't know why I was running ...
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