Daydream of Summer
It was Summer when it started, and Summer when it ended. That’s what they called me from then on – Summer Freir. I could not recite the moment before or afterward, but I can tell you everything after it started and before it ended. After that, there isn’t much to tell.
I wasn't sure of myself; I couldn't remember who I was. It seems there were two of me. They told me that. The doctors. The people who poke needles and asked a lot of questions. It soon began to spread. This thing. It was alive as much as I was. The reason behind these two thing are unknown. Forbidden. Locked behind doors. This was all a dream, they told everybody I was insane. They. Them. This thing. It was a problem.
This was Sally Freir's life, then an accident occurs and she's unable to identify with her dreams or reality. Her dreams are just as likely to be real as when she is awake, but she cannot identify with her brain what is and what should not exist. Her nickname becomes her name as well as her name still existing with the memory that coexists along side her.
"I can't identify with myself anymore. I want out of here."
I wasn't sure of myself; I couldn't remember who I was. It seems there were two of me. They told me that. The doctors. The people who poke needles and asked a lot of questions. It soon began to spread. This thing. It was alive as much as I was. The reason behind these two thing are unknown. Forbidden. Locked behind doors. This was all a dream, they told everybody I was insane. They. Them. This thing. It was a problem.
This was Sally Freir's life, then an accident occurs and she's unable to identify with her dreams or reality. Her dreams are just as likely to be real as when she is awake, but she cannot identify with her brain what is and what should not exist. Her nickname becomes her name as well as her name still existing with the memory that coexists along side her.
"I can't identify with myself anymore. I want out of here."