“ My Cupcake! I am sorry for being late. Did you miss Dad?”

Charlotte gasps awake as the wind blows by her face. While hyperventilating, she is trying to recall the voice of her dream. Who called her Cupcake? Who was late? She questions herself while feeling the scorching hot beneath her skin. She rubs and groans in silent paint. 

“ Charlotte! Don't rub your skin!” She flinches when someone shouts, stopping her to rub her skin. She glances at herself. Her entire body is ...