*Bianca*

It started small. The twitch of a nose as a scent invaded my dreams, foods popping up like magic. My mouth watered as bacon danced around my head like sugar plums on Christmas day. Fluffy pancakes served as my bed, sinking into its warm coziness. Even the sticky sweet syrup that fell like rain over me didn’t feel out of place.

Until my eyes fluttered open and cotton sheets came into vision instead of breakfast confections.

I hated to admit how ...