And then I woke up.

I furrowed my brow, wiping the cold sweat off my forehead. That dream was way too real for comfort. I dragged myself out of bed. My parents were gone, although they didn't leave a note like usual. Being as we communicated almost exclusively through notes on the refrigerator, this struck me slightly odd. I figured they just didn't have anything to say and disregarded it.


Bad idea.