The fire was in my hand and I needed to save it. I had to
save it. Or the world end. My world at least. But I my world was already
ending. I just had to save the fire. That was my one task. I tried to escape.
Went down an ally. He caught me.
My eyes flew open. It wasn’t morning yet but I wasn’t going
to back to sleep. My body was shaking and my nose was stuffed. I was crying. I
didn’t know how long I was having the dream but fire was consuming me. I was
dreaming of fire every night: fire burning random objects, fire burning me, me smuggling
fire out of this place. I was always stopped. He always stopped me. Then I woke
up.
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