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 Light Under the Bed”
A light flickers under my bed each night now. It hums like chanting, soft and low. When I kneel to look, I see wooden beams — charred, glowing, the floorboards of that burning church. I close my eyes, and the smell of smoke feels like home.
by Cristina Davenport
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