I’m 19 and. I wake up almost every night at 3:33 a.m. with the same dream: empty streets, smoke, laughter and screams that don’t belong together. I created this blog to record what I see when I close my eyes. I’m not looking for fame or answers. I just want to understand what’s been chasing me since childhood. If you dream too… maybe this place is for you.
“The Mirror That Blinked”
My reflection blinked first again. Only this time, it was crying. The tears ran down the glass like smoke dripping upward. When I wiped them away, I saw behind me a crowd — faces gone, mouths open, staring as if waiting for me to remember their names.
by Cristina Davenport
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