by ~Phantasos~ » Wed Jan 09, 2013 4:57 pm
She stumbled weakly to her room but collapsed before she could open the door. She lay beside the door trembling.
"And dreams in their development have breath,and tears,and tortures,and the touch of joy; they leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,they take a weight from off our waking toils,they do divide our being."