What Do You Dream of, Frank Iero?
Chapter 1
With my back against the headboard, I absentmindedly strummed a few random chords on my guitar. The noise drowned out the silence in my bedroom. I had the television on, but it was on mute. Sue me, I’m afraid of the dark. The TV always provides just enough light for a well lightly dimmed room.
I closed my eyes and sighed. I wasn’t getting anywhere with the guitar. I’ve been going over the same chord for the last few hours and I still mess it up every time. Trying to not let it bother me too much, I carefully placed my guitar against the nightstand beside my bed. I tugged my pants off and quickly climbed underneath my bed’s covers. I pulled the warm covers over my head.
Before I knew it, I was off in dream world.
I closed my eyes and sighed. I wasn’t getting anywhere with the guitar. I’ve been going over the same chord for the last few hours and I still mess it up every time. Trying to not let it bother me too much, I carefully placed my guitar against the nightstand beside my bed. I tugged my pants off and quickly climbed underneath my bed’s covers. I pulled the warm covers over my head.
Before I knew it, I was off in dream world.