Chapter 4
After arriving home and taking a rest for the night the twins woke up to find something slightly different in their rooms.
On Isa desk and on Clara vanity there was a medallion with their names engraved on it. Each medallion was shaped as a star.
This start surrounded their names and was surrounded by a circle with rose like thorn's pointing inward.
On a close inspection they found a note placed besides the medallion with their mom handwriting on it saying that they should wear it today.
Isa thought that this might be because of their upcoming trip to Disneyland in Paris, so Isa bought the medallion over the head and let it sli
Chapter 3
Music pours out in the air, the morning dawn knocks on the window, light starts once again its quest to vanquish all shadows, an annoying Tap-Tap and a figure arrives in my field of acknowledgment, I look up, my sister looks down, two smiles acknowledge each other.
"Latter" we, both, get to our morning routines. A computer is booted down, showers are taken, two breakfasts are eaten and the mother receives her so welcome kisses and hugs of goodbye before she also starts her routine.
The twins started their walk towards the school, both are on the same classes, on the same sports, on the same extracurricular activities both a
Chapter 2
My heart aches, I open my eyes t find myself stuck on my bed, the lowliness abashes over me once again, tears fall from my eyes but I can't sob or whimper, those have long ago been taken away from me.
I look for my clock, 4 AM it says.
-"Good enough" I think.
It has been long since the last time I remember having more than 4 or 6 hours of sleeping time.
No longer have I felt the need to rest after having a dream with HER.
I don't know who she is but I would love to be with her forever and never have to lose her once again to reality.
Getting out of bed as per usual, booting the old and yet in good shape computer and music eq
Chapter 1
It all started with a dream, a dream just like many others, insane in its nature but, at the same time, bonded by the rash thing that is reality.
A dream that started like all the others with the closing of the eyes and the opening of the imagination
Events start to surface, memories start to collide, reality and hopes come to mesh and mix together in the insane way that the subconscious works.
Then everything stops and time begins to crawl, a sudden light and the sweet scent of lavender mixed with honey fills the air.
Steps that defy the chaotic rules of dreams and the heart begin to race in a sudden surge of peace in th