*punctuation and capitalisation slow me down so im ignoring them*

i awoke with a start, a tiny gasp escaping my lips as i sat straight up and looked around startled. nothing was out of place. the wind rusted the sheer curtains a bit, bring in an unexpected cool breeze that blew across my bare skin. i threw back the sheets and heard a muffled yowl from somewhere in the abyss of blankets.

"Luci you silly kitten, come out of there", i whispered as i unravelled her soft ginger form from the black faux fur blanket covering most of the bed, and held her in my arms as she purred contentedly. Luci had been my companion for just a few months but she acted like we'd been friends forever. often content to just lick my face when i ididnt feel up to getting out of bed. i couldnt imagine life without her and am always glad i rescued her from the humane society that july.

i set her down on the floor and she mewed in protest as i walked toward the window. the latch was as cool as the floor was and made me shudder at the thought of how cold it would be when i went outside next. i threw on a robe and flicked on the bathroom light, completely unprepared to meet the horror i knew id see in the mirror.
avoiding the shock, i turned on the hot faucet and wiped the sleep from my eyes. looking into the mirror, a giggle escaped my lips as i realised that jarret was right whe he said that if i was a cat, id look exactly like Luci. i saw my own bright green eyes reflected back at me and my strawberry hair messed up as usual.

*sorry its so choppy and short....more to come later*

(continued)

i ran my fingers through my hair in an attempt to smooth it down. god what a weird dream, i thought. who has dreams about graveyards and corpses anyway? i guess its a good thing i paint, its great inspiration anyway. even if it is a bit morbid. i turned off the faucet and traced the words 'if only...' on the now steamy mirror before i stepped out and turned off the light. i looked around surveying the room. Jarret was still asleep...im glad i didnt wake him when i was talking to Luci. i quietly walked to my art room door and reached for the handle, stopping to study the surface of the door. stuff ive etched over time...notes and ideas scratched into the grainy surface, all beloved to me at some point. i turned the knob slowly careful not to wake Jarret and shut the door behind me.

my art room is the one place i feel completely safe. despite the grotesque faces and images surrounding me on canvas and paper. i switched on the light and was greeted with an explosion of light for less than a split second and left shrouded in darkness.
"what the fuck!", i yelled and then immediately clapped my hand over my mouth, realising my mistake too late. shit i hope i didnt wake him! he worries about me when i get these nightmares...and i know he doesnt like it when i get up wanting to draw demons and ghouls. i quickly and silently opened the door, tiptoed out and closed it behind me, attepting to make my way back to the bed. CLICK! he flicked the lamp on and shielded his eyes from the direct light, struggling to focus on me sneaking across the room. i froze. he spoke first.
"whassamatter babe? couldnt sleep again?"
"no....", i paused wondering if i should tell him. "the nightmares are back. i was gonna paint."
"what time is it?"
i glanced at the clock, "almost one in the morning." i gritted my teeth cos i knew what was coming.
"we went to bed at ten, you only got three hours sleep before they woke you up?" i could hear the concern in his voice.
i sighed and got back in bed. " i know you worry but i was just going to do a little painting." i nuzzled up next to him and put my head on his chest.
"Lily, you barely ever sleep, is there something else bothering u besides these dreams?"
i put my arm around him and smiled when he did the same.
"no", i answered. i looked into his eyes, still smiling. "just not a sleep person i guess."
he kissed my forehead and i licked his chin and giggled, as he reached over to turn the lamp off.

*more to come later*

*note: I Will Not Tolerate Anyone Leaving Negative Comments Or Criticisms. This Story Is My Own And Im Not Seeking Your Critique.*

Whats to critique, I've been writing my ass off for 5 years, and I've read ALOT of stuff, but this is great work. I was gonna post some of my stuff on here, but it seems alot of things are kinda pulled apart, so I didnt, lol, youre very brave for doing so, and thanks for posting, looking forward to the next installment.

next installment is to be delayed.

this story may even be cancelled.




i will update within the next few days.

*Gasp* Cancelled!?!?!?!

*spanks ya so you dont cancel* lol

Surely not, its so good!!

Well, anyway, thanks for posting what you did post, Ive read it on a few occasions, and I likes alot!

*hugs*

ive actually been getting more ideas, so i dont think ill be cancelling it just yet. i need to get my thoughts in order first and then ill be updating. thanx for the kind words

wow i forgot all about this thread....i may add more to it soon.

well you have unforgotten it now. post something dammit! or else the green little frogs will crawl out of nose. if you don't.

I haven't forgotten about my story.

I'll be writing some more tonight luv.