• . I got out and put on my clothes, I walked to my room and Damon was sleeping. I figured he hadn’t gotten much sleep. I put a blanket over him and pulled one over me…

    It felt awkward to share a bed with a guy, I should be use to how much Damon is were I sleep. I grabbed the blanket and a pillow and laid down on the floor. It was unconformable but I felt a little more at easy. I laid there and stared at the ceiling I fall asleep a little while later. In my dream I was on a wooden swing wrapped around with emerald green leaves. I swung back in forth, back and forth. It was set in a meadow with mist flowing. My mother walked slowly towards me. She was beautiful as ever, her long blonde hair and brown eyes looked at me. Her lips smiled kindly and held out her arms. I jumped off the swing into her arms. I stood in her embrace and whispered, “Mom, what…what should I do?”
    “Well, honey I cant tell you what to do. I would like to see you up in Heaven, but its your choice.” My lips quivered and my mother took hold of my hand and sat me down on the swing, “Baby, God knows what you will do. He knows your paths, but you can always change the future. You have the power to.” She kissed the top of my head and she backed up. She spread her arms and looked up, wide slim white wings appeared on her back. A whole opened up and light shown on her making her look more angelic then ever. She started to lift up, “I love you Jayne.”
    I whispered it back and then a white flash came. My face was in my pillow. I pulled myself up and my back was hurting. That’s why I never slept on the floor, now I remembered. I stood up and cracked my back, I wanted to sleep again but Damon was still asleep in my bed. I was asleep for about ten minutes. I sighed and tapped on Damon. He twitched, I liked this game. I snickered and lightly scratched his nose, he slapped his face. Seriously fun, I put my lips to his ear, “Damon…Damon…Damon.” I muffled my laugh with my pillow. Damon started to speak, “Huh?”
    I thought maybe he will answer some questions, “Damon…some bad news has arrived, Jayne has died and will never arise again.”
    He frowned, “Im not sleeping Jayne.” Whoops my bad. I started to turn so he would think he imagined it all but his arm flashed out and grabbed my shirt, “Sit.” He let go and I had a clear shot to the door, but I sat down. He opened his eyes and I made a funny face and he laughed, “Lay down, I couldn’t sleep because you were talking in your sleep and not to mention you were tossing and turning.”
    “Well that’s okay Ill just go sleep in another room.” He laid flat on his back and pulled my down next to him, “Um Im kind of uncomfortable sleeping in a bed with a…guy.”
    “Seriously Jayne, you’ve done it before. And don’t worry I wont try anything” I started to drift because he made sense and his voice lolled me to sleep. My eyes shut. When I awoke Damon’s arms were wrapped around me and I felt myself go all red. His face was in my neck and his deep breathing made me feel happy. I don’t know why but it did, it made me feel as if I was protected. He turned over and almost fell on the floor, but he bounced back by turning and rolling. I sat up and I felt oddly tired, I walked to my full length mirror and grabbed my brush. After all the knots were out of my hair I walked downstairs. Emma had left a note: Gone out to get some milk. If you want me to pick you up anything call. I sighed and walked over to the coffee maker, I grabbed the coffee beans and crushed them up and made some coffee. Emma didn’t drink coffee because she gets jittery when she drinks it. I leaned against the counter and stared at the pictures that hung on the wall. My eyes fixed on my mother’s face. What was I going to do, I grabbed a cup and poured the coffee in it. I sipped the coffee and walked down to the study and grabbed the spray. I squared my shoulders and put my finger on the trigger. A saying I had made up for people that shadowed Romeo&Juliet, “Pull the trigger for my dear Juliet.” It looks like this Juliet was pulling the trigger herself. Again right when I was ready to spray it Damon walks in, “Don’t do it.” His voice sounded stern. I narrowed my eyes and walked to him. I put his fingers around my mine that held the ‘trigger’ his breath was a little off. I put the tip of the bottle to my heart, “Pull the trigger for me.” He shook his head and I stood on my toes and kissed him. I put a little pressure on his fingers and he squeezed the trigger. I backed up and smiled…