During periodicals week people are often nervous, cursed with insomnia, and deluged. I on the other hand wanted to change this mediocrity and create a story.

Introduction

The truth casts two shadows upon Morgan, but what is it? Things have completely changed ever since she knew the truth on which she was. Now the lies sound so real and the truth is just another ordinary walk in the park. Or is it? We follow her inside a dark hallway where the sun lives and the secrets are kept.

I. Never more beautiful In someone's sweet dream an ounce of bitterness is always hidden but present.

Inside a candy cane colored room. a child waits. and desires

"Hello there mosquito," a raven-haired girl jadedly whispered to the blood- sucking insect fluttering about in her ambit. She watched as it landed and nonchalantly stuck its appendage in her arm. She felt a slight pang as if a needle was poking and pulling her skin. Suddenly a burst of violent excitement filled her thoughts as she realized the semi transparent creature was getting darker and fatter. The excitement grew and thus had the urge to .'Pak'. "That wasn't so bad now, was it, Mosquito?" she assumed while lifting her tiny palm that was tainted with blood. And as a result a semi circular blemish appeared.

10:00am, the sun didn't show up for almost a week now and still no sign of rain was present. In a room, hidden inside a cocoon of blankets slept a raven-haired girl. And as if someone had pushed her off the bed she fell with a loud thump in the process. "AW!" she sat up from her sprawled position and rubbed her aching side. "Fucking bed! Awful fucking bed! I promise, when the time comes, I will burn you!" she punched the mattress hard and realized that it was a big mistake to do that. Feeling something electric and painful on her hand she suddenly got up and cradled her bruised hand.

As the pain was gone she sat on the mattress to remember something. though Morpheus might have erased it already but she tried hard to recall what it was. She closed her eyes and saw a hazy image. then her dream slowly focused in camera. Perhaps the great lord of sleep was kind enough to let her remember, no?

II. Into the alley

A mist of white ephemeral smoke .

The ground smelled like freshly chopped grass and the fig trees gave off an alienating scent that would make you want to go back to your bed and rekindle the night once more. Morgan proceeded to walk not minding the passerby's that were continuously staring at her oddness and awing at her beauty.

Suddenly, she realized that her feet were dragging her to the next alley. It was like some magnetic force was pulling her towards that place. Though thinking it was quite odd she just let herself get dragged. After all she might find something interesting in there.