Carys
Waves rolling over the surf wake me from my not so peaceful slumber. Blearily I open my eyes and see the sunlight streaming in. Glancing over at the clock to make sure I didn’t oversleep, relief washes over me. Only eight, I am supposed to be downstairs at eleven to start getting ready. I groan and stretch wishing I could go back to sleep and stay there. I hadn’t slept well, the events of the last two days replaying in my mind constantly. Honestly I thought about following my recurring dream this morning. In it I had run away and of course not in typical normal person fashion. A white horse had been waiting for me outside the balcony which magically was on the ground floor. I had jumped into his saddle and we rode away on the beach. Someone dark and sinister was chasing me each time
