Angelle's mine...the rest is Joss's'

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Insomnia.....the act of really wanting to fall asleep, but realizing that your mind has other ideas, got that problem from my mother. I guess she had to give me something other than my hair color. It's red, by the way and not the carrot top red you might think. It's the kind of red that when wet, it looks black.

My feet took me forward, though my brain was half way between eggplant and snail, not quite gone, but damn close. Eventually, I ended up in the dining area realizing that I was seeing floating strawberries. It took me about five minutes to realize they truly were there, painted on the walls and I had not completely lost my mind, though the jury was still out. The chair I chose to sit in almost whined as I did, mostly because unlike me, it was proabably enjoying a dream where it was actually table. After all, who would want to spend their lives with a butt in your face all the time.

So after twenty five minutes of thinking what else a chair could dream about, I'm telling you that insomnia will do that to you, I just sat back and relaxed. Maybe that was when I noticed I was not alone. "River."

She was standing in the door, hand wrapped in the leather cord of her new necklace looking at me and swaying. Her brown eyes simply stared at me and suddenly, I realized exactly how a goldfish felt. "What was the gator like?"

It was a simple question, but one that completely took me off guard. The teeth had actually been from my first kill, my father stringing them together and each year I would grow, he changed the cord. "Honestly, I was four and I don't remember what he was like."

"Simon and I use to play dinosaurs when we were young. I liked it." She walked toward me, but stopped halfway between, sitting down on the floor with her skirt bellowed out around her. "Did you play any games with your brother?"

I didn't remember saying anything about a brother to her, but I could tell just by the way the ligth hi