Alessandra’s POV
I awoke in a sweat. The sheets of my childhood bedroom soaked in the saturation of my dreams. Fantastical exhibitions of otherworldly strength and passion that must be attributed to my vivacious imagination. Moments that belong only in the pages of a fantasy romance had been the source of my slumber’s entertainment, yet were so vivid I could feel everything as if it had been true. I was thankful it wasn’t, however, as the pain of the character my mind made me in while asleep would have awoken with a broken heart if it were.
“ALESS!” My name boomed through the trailer as I groaned. “ALESS!!” I pulled myself to my feet, through the disarray of the mess of our living space, before my brother threw his shoe at the hallway a second too early.
“One of your annoying friends
