Every time when I sleep I always come to this place. Its cold but I'm sweating. Its light but yet so unclear. Its quiet but so loud. Its the place where I belong. The place where its dark, quiet, but yet so beautiful. The places where all my dreams are, but when I wake up its not the same. Sometimes I dont want to wake up. Sometimes I dont even feel like I even went to sleep.  Some people dont wake up. But I still do. As I wake, light from the sun dances on my face. But I dont know where I am, all that I know is that I am on a train, it was empty, but there some one there with me, I was sloped onto his large and wide shoulders. There so much light that its blinding. But just like my dreams the light pass by as the train moves. I cant see, then I can. I cant move. I cant feel. And yet I'm feeling all these things at once. Soon I will rise, I thought to myself. As the seconds pass by it feels like years. soon later I wake. My back hurting from my frim bed. But still feeling tired like I need something to make me come alive. Soon as I get lost in my thoughts, I see Mr. Marks hunched over my sister, then soon he notice me. He stayed there for seconds , then soon he snap out of it and looked at me like I just caught him and his victim that he had just murder. His face soon melted into a gentle smile. " good morning.... seems you woke up pretty early. Did you have a nightmare...?"as his smile shaked with fear.

Soon I realized that it was early in the morning to where the moon was peering through the sky. "Something like that...."as I replied in a small but big enough voice to fill the quiet room filled to the brim with children. He sprouted up. " I should go tell sister Croly to start breakfast....He.....He.. " as he walk, rushing but carefully stepping over children but hitting a few on the way out, he close the door light enough to where he wouldn't wake any kids. Soon as he left I thought " Scary ". But I couldn't blame him, my mind tends to catch people at their most vulnerable state. Soon as I rise the light dances on my face, my eyes started to squint as I looked up a the light from the moon tearing through the white thin curtains. my long jet black silky hair draped down my slim shoulders as I got up.  My long shirt draped across the floor behind me as I walked, as for my small slim frame  was to small for it. After I stepped over the puddles of kids I left the room with ease but silently. I peered down stairs into the kitchen, sister Croly was placing the bake but dry biscuits on all of the kids plates including mine. She didn't notice me. But most people don't, as I am very quiet, I snuck back upstairs where the balcony is, to find Mr. Forge smoking. He never cease to impress me, he is always here the place where its quiet. he always comes out at night. To where kids can't catch him,  but I always seem to, as the thing in my head called my brain is consistent. As I stood there mesmerized by Mr. Forge's silver eyes shining in the dark replicating......no replacing the moon itself, but there was something in his hand, a photo...? " Lucas. " He said in a loud but calm voice, Yet I still jumped. " Come out, I know your back there, I can hear your heart beating and you breathing. " as he said with a monotone voice. I covered my mouth and clinched my chest, as a smirk crept on to his face. "come, I wont hurt you. " as he turned to face me, as he tucked the photo away. I just stood there, my jet black silky hair flowing down my pale almost white face if it weren't for me blushing, my pink-ish small lips, my long nightgown fell into a puddle at my feet, and of course my big black deep soul sucking eyes. As he gesture to come closer, I obeyed, I was taught to never disobeyed one that is older than me. I walked my slender frame closer with each step. when I made it close enough to see his large muscular shoulders slouched against his chair, he padded his leg as if he was gesturing me to sit. I held my long nightgown as if I was a princess walking down stairs, than I took a seat lifting my hand to move my jet black hair from my mouth and face." Lucas, your eyes are so big and full with life...."he said squinting at the site of me with his chin in his knuckles." Do you think..?" I said in a non-surprised voice.

"Yes" he said proudly.

"I would love to have those eyes" he said with a daring smirk on his face.

I giggled in amusement.

"You wouldn't want to have these eyes, they seem and did to much," I said with a slight grin on y face.

"Oh, Is that right, at least we have something in common" he said with a chuckle dragging behind.

"no, your eyes are far more interesting than mine...…."I said looking away.

Realizing what I said I grad my face in embarrassment. He grab  my arm          " there is no reason to be shy, like I said I wont hurt you." as he said gentle with a smirk on his face. He embrace my slim waist then pulled my head infested with my jet black hair into his muscular shoulder, my body tense at first, then I lade there and then, he started to stroke my head, with every stroke he dragged my hair and let it follow down almost as if it where water, untangling each strand like a comb but with his fingertips, it was soothing, relaxing...."You woke up pretty early, did you have a nightmare?" he said realizing what time of the morning it was.

"yes...…...something like.....that..." I said eyes feeling heavy.

"well you must be sleepy. " he said with a grin. 

"yes....very....." I replied with my words slurring.

"Night....."he said with his words fading.

"n..Ig...ht...…"with my words barely understandable I started to sake into his shoulder, then soon everything went dark.