Some dream's you remember, some you don't. That night I had dreamed of papa, taking me to the beach like he did every summer. But, I remember the very first time he took me, and the very first time I went. When I was there I could feel the sand beneath my feet, I could feel the warm, and happy summer breeze blowing agent's my skin. And the sight's were amazing. There was a ray of sunshine running through the curtain's and the bird's were calling their sweet crisp song. I knew it had come to be morning so I got up and looked around but the smile on my face had turned dark and grey once I realized we weren't in Minnesota anymore. I plopped down back in bed and rolled the pillow over my face to block the sun. A few minutes later I had dozed off again. This time I could here the sound's of the waves crashing agent's the shore. I could her papa's voice telling me the stories of the sailor who lived in the light house. I had only wished papa would have never left us. He said he just couldn't get along with mama anymore. So summer came, papa didn't. We couldn't pay rent so we had to move in with grandpa.
Mama came stumbling into the door yelling at me to get out of bed. All good dream's must come to an end so I listened to her and got up nd started my day.
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Hopefully this help's. Yes I did type this out myself and my hand's hurt ;n;
This is about dreaming about the first time going to the beach but Will this still work??
