and that is someone breaking into my house.
ever since i was little I would lie there thinking of some master plan of how i would escape, fake sleep, act like a crazy person and attack if someone came in my room.
last night i went to get water at 6am downstairs, and Arian came down and said my name in a quiet whisper.
and i screamed bloody murder. i am the biggest scared baby ever. its like a joke.
MAYBE, if i had one of these super cute embroidered pillows by Emily Mackey, i would feel safer. just maybe.
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Yeah- we need to stop talking about break-in and robberies at night.... After our coffee talk I had the craziest nightmares! Also mixed in there was a dream that I lost someone's kids. Word.
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