I told Mary that night of my dreams; I had never told anyone else before of the dreams that plagued me almost every night. It felt good to tell someone. She cried. I cried, and I fell asleep in her arms.
The next day, there was not a single clock in our home that ticked to a steady beat. She must have gotten up early and gone to the store because on the mantle in the living room, where a face clock had been the night before, was a large digital clock. I smiled, and I felt like I could breathe a little more easily.
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My name is Kayla Eshbaugh, and I love to write stories; I love to tell stories, and I also love to read them. I am obsessed with anything sparkly, vintage, fairy-tale-like and pretty. I also enjoy listening to music that inspires me as well as painting the images that live in my imagination. My daily life is filled with raising two adventurous boys and loving my husband of eleven years. I also have a deep appreciation and love for peanut butter and dark chocolate.
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