I shielded my self from it and closed my eyes just as it opened its mouth and dove at me. Every thing was black until I opened eyes looking around my room and wiping the sweat and slobber from my scaly forehead. I began stomping my way down the stairs into the kitchen. “Good morning, my little monster. How did you sleep?” Mom said “Horrible, I had I nightmare that I was a human being chased by a bigger monster.” I replied “ Well, at least it was all a dream.
He woke with a start, a police siren blaring past the open window. HIs arm waved blindly in the dark searching for the electric alarm clock placed on a pile of old newspapers and magazines. The neon numbers informed his groggy eyes and pounding head that it was 04:30 a.m. His mouth felt like sandpaper and tasted like vomit. He gave a quiet groan, pushed his hands into a dark tangled mess of hair, as though trying to make his head cave in, and maneuvered off the bare mattress onto the floor. He struggled upright, knocking over a fair few bottles in the process, leaning heavily against the wall for support.
T.V turning on when it’s not plugged in, I must be more sleep deprived than I thought.” Monroe gently patted her arm as he walked passed and headed into the kitchen. Standing in the cold kitchen Monroe lent against the silver workbench and let out several slow breaths. “It’s only going to get worse. She has to know.” Running his hands over his face Monroe could not help but feel defeated. A ringing noise filled Monroe’s ears again and he collapsed to his knees.
He lazily dragged his oversized body out of bed to begin preparing himself for school. He carried himself across the dimly lit hall towards the bathroom. As he flicked on the light switch, he first noticed his enormous cowlick on the side of his head. He rapidly pressed down on his dirty blonde and wavy hair trying to get it back into place. As he stood in front of the mirror staring back a his own reflection, he grabbed his toothbrush and began to a white and sparkling perfection.
She awoke to the sounds of the street; crying infants and distant gunshots assaulted her senses as she blinked sleep out of her eyes. Harsh unnatural light shone through the bedroom door, disturbing the sleep of her little brother on the opposite bed. “Why are all the lights on?” She asked herself as she yanked the covers off. Her body shivered from the cold as her feet slapped against the stone floor. She stumbled over to the long cupboard mirror, scrunching her nose in distaste as she grabbed an old wooden brush.
It was the Spring of 1891 that the old prospector awoke to the terrifying sounds of rushing water. Close, much too close, he thought as he sat up quickly, barely realising that he was soaked through and through and trying to wake up. He could not believe what he was seeing! He threw up a fist in each eye socket, a futile an attempt to clear the sleep from his crusty old eyes so he could get a second look, secretly hoping the next time he opened his them, things would make sense. He slowly drew his fists away from his face, his eyes squeezed shut, hoping it was a bad nightmare, and knowing it wasn't.
That was my first time ever having sexual intercourse and I hated it. I washed my body and then I got out the tub and put on my bathrobe. When I got in my room to put on another pair of underwear I noticed that I was still bleeding since I didn’t know what to do I just went to sleep. As I lay in my bed I prayed that this was all a dream and when I woke up it would all be a dream. My alarm clock went off and I woke up.
“There you go, let’s get inside.” Dean cooed. He stood and picked Cas up off the bench seat and placed Cas’s little head on his shoulder, brushing his left hand in those dark locks and putting his right arm under Cas’s body, easily carrying the barely conscious boy into the bunker. When they got inside, Dean went to the living room to put Cas on the couch but found Sam there taking up the entire thing while dozing and watching some random documentary. Dean tapped his head from behind with the hand that wasn’t supporting Cas and Sam shot up immediately. “You’re back.” he exclaimed, mood turning wary when noticing a small body in Dean’s arms.
I went into the shower and started up the hot water the steam billowing from the shower head. I stripped off my loose fitting pajamas leaving them in a heap on the floor and stepped into the shower. The hot water ran over my body filling my tightened muscles with relief, I scrubbed my hair harshly trying to hurry as I got out of the shower. I dried myself off and found myself some jeans and a soft cotton t-shirt, I raked my comb through my hair pulling hard at knotts. I french braided it tightly before going back into my bedroom and crawled on the floor to my bed trying to dig out my beaten up pair of converse.
Wilburs arms dangled over each side of the bed, his fingers swayed gently above a scattered mess of half eaten crisp packets and empty cookie wrappers that frittered themselves about the outskirt of his bed, evidence of the previous nights kitchen raid. Wilbur, without warning jolted awake. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and pounced to his feet. ‘I'm late!’ he said and rubbed a hand across his face in place of a shower. He knocked his head at least three times as he tore about the small room donning clothes and searching out socks.