Sleeping in a corset, tossing and turning didn't promote good sleep. I had thought I dreamt that Issac came in here, hovered over me laying on the bed, lightly placed his lips against mine but as I stood there looking at myself in the mirror, it seemed more like a memory then a mere dream.

I brushed my teeth, braided my hair as it was mid back, put my purple turtle neck on with my white fluffy sweater and a pair of black jeans. My glasses going on last as I went into my room and put ...