I decided to do a 55 Flash Fiction,
here ya go.
Fighting off consciousness, she struggled to remain in her dream. “Come on, sleepyhead, it’s after 8.” The voice interrupted again and the world of fantasy receded and disappeared. She tried to return to her dream, but it was gone. The memory of it was missing, washed away like a chalk picture on a rainy day.
9 comments:
Yeah, where were you? Darn sleepy head!
Aaawwww!! Aren't you all cute and snuggly!!
Now, WAKE UP!!!!!
How dare they interrupt a dream with you and Phil!
Next time, just jump into that chalk painting like Mary and....erm...Dick Van Dyke!
Well done, Miss, now get up!
Snavy stole my comment. I think this photo is staged though.
jealous! freakin' jealous of your sleep-in Friday.
Jealousy will get me nowhere but it will get me some judgments. Don't judge!
There goes my A.D.H.D.
I'm going to "nap" now. thanks for the idea, logo.
I love your walls! You ought to do a room by room post some time. I'd love to see all the paint. :)
Nice imagery. :)
turning out the light, tiptoiing softly. nanight.
Aren't you up yet??? Sheesh!
(sweet dreams sleeping beauty.)
that's me whispering. :)
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