Yes, you got it: I have writers block. Any help here? This is only one page, and it's all I have. Should I drag her dream out longer?
Turns out I had a dream about unicorns. Actually, no. I sort of wish I did, though. Okay, I do wish it. I had a nightmare, but it was all too real.
Wire mesh in front of me, like a dog crate, other dog crates in the same room with me. I was scrunched down and in one, too. Which was bad, because I was claustrophobic. Experiments, needles, syringes, equipment...
And the smell.
So strong, so sickening, and it provoked memories I didn't even know I had. It smelled like a docters office, very antisepticky. I didn't know if they were just imagined images from a book I had read or scenes from a movie I had seen... but then I was nearly convinced they were real.
I saw my dad.
And he didn't exactly look in the 'nice' department, let me tell you.
I started screaming when I heard the saw.
"Angelea! It's just your alarm, chill out!"
"Huh? But... the saw..."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, but you need to get up."
I had stopped screaming to talk, and I looked around my room frantically. Skye was looking at me with her ears angled back.
"It's okay, kitty..." I crooned, reaching over to pet her. She purred.
"What was this one about?" Nani asked. I wanted to curl up into a ball and put my hands over my ears, anything to avoid talking about it. "That bad, huh?"
"Yep." was all I said. Nani patted my foot, that was all she could reach, then stretched over to pet Skye briefly. Her hair was already done and she was already dressed, just like always. Finally, something normal.
"Come on, time for breakfast." Nani said as she walked out fo my room. I got up to follow her.
One more thing:
In the dream, I had wings.
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We ate in silence, until finally, I decided to ask her what I had been avoiding. I had been chasing it around in my head all morning, which, okay, wasn't that long. But I Couldn't come up with an answer.
"Did Dad..." I gulped. "Experiment on... humans?"
Nani whirled to look at me.
"Why would you say that?"
"Just wondering... but did he?"
"I don't think so. I mean, he wasn't like that..."
But how would you know, Nani? You were only five.
(That's about 1.5 pages right there.)