My Cardboard Balcony

Sad Dream a sad dream is different than a bad dream it sometimes renders mad screams and tear streams and dry heaves with ribs creaking sorrow leakage it leaves you cold with no sweat leaves you clinging to your bed instead of wanting to actually stay up, you just want to cuddle with the one you love

"Can I make a suggestion?" "No," Parker snapped. "And if you continue to talk to me in that condescending tone, so help me God, I will use my pocket knife to cut out your tongue." Dennis shut up pretty quickly, and I swore that I saw half a dozen faces in the classroom lit up with satisfied sneers. I had always liked Parker as a professor, and today, he was no exception against the snobby students.