I had just had a wild dream in which everything was the opposite, 

the light was dark,

 the day was night and all life was dead before it was even born…

Reminds me of a Frankenstein fan fiction I read once.

One of all the souls in every piece of the monster.

In which those souls were the killers.

The madness you can’t control is the most terrifying.

In this story the monster felt dead in his first taste of life and thus lost all hope of ever having control of this madness and hatred.

Makes me wonder if in some way the sane in these people is suffering.

Do they know their actions?

Is there some part in them that still remembers…

The days I dreaded 

And the days they lost?

‘’Melisa do you mind if today I make you CAN FRUIT for breakfast? ”

Alferd said. I gave him a judging stare. He knew I would not eat it! I mean it is the GROSS CAN FRUIT! 

I always understand Alferd or at least nearly always… this is not one of those times. 

“It's DELICIOUS,” Alferd said.

‘’Who knew it would taste good, ‘’ Did Alferd really like that! 

“Can I try Some?” I said, acting small.

“YES it worked…’’ Alferd whispered in triumph. His lips trembling as he tried to stop a gorgeous grin, but at least that was obvious. 

“Never mind,’’

Maybe I would try it... Some other time.