Chapter 1: Where Dreams Go To Die
I'm standing at the edge of a cliff.
One more step and I would feel the piercing stab of the jagged rocks below me.
One more step and I would feel the cold, heartless sea washing away my red tears and laying me to an eternal rest.
Yet, all I can feel is the warm breeze blowing through my ruffled bed- hair. Maybe I should have had a bath?
Maybe you shouldn't do this.
No, I should.
Because I'm a dream, and it's about time I went to that place.
Where dreams go to die.
You ask too many questions.
You never give good answers.
Because. Shut up.
Say it to my face?
...You know I can't.
Because...because you're a dream that's long gone by.
Fine, then, let's go there. There, where dreams go to die.