it happened so fast. i was drowning in my own tears as their shouts and cries filled my eardrums. i could hear them from my upstairs bedroom, even with the door closed.
rain poured heavily against the glass windowpane, the raindrops creating a rhythmic pattern as i tried to block their bickering voices.

i quickly got underneath my favorite blanket and tucked my head inside of the cacoon i had created. i began to sniffle, then felt the light dampness assemble against the side of my face; indicating that i was already crying.

just then, a light knock came at my window, the tree outside of my backyard blowing harshly in the wind. quickly wiping the tearstains from my face, i opened my light-blue curtain to be met with the complexion of my best friend, dana carvey, smiling back at me. i let him in, signaling to him that he had to be quiet.

''are you alright?'' he asks, furrowing his eyebrows. before i could respond, a plate had been thrown onto the wall, to which dana nodded in understanding. he knew what went on in my house, yet he still stood by my side through thick and thin.

''they never stop,'' i looked down at my hands as we sat on the bed, the screams becoming louder as the eerie silence filled the room.

''i'm sorry,'' dana said, biting his bottom lip. i knew he hated seeing me like this, but how could i manage to put a smile on my face every time we saw each other? it was merely impossible.

the tears began to slowly trickle down my face, the pain emerging from the hidden sadness deep within my heart. dana sighed empathetically, then wrapped his arms around me; hugging me as he whispered to me that everything was going to be alright.

before i knew it, the arguments had stopped. and yet, i was still wrapped in dana's arms; my twilight sleep being the only amount i had.

''dana?'' i asked, my voice slightly quivering.

''yes?'' he rasped, his voice barely audible.

''talk to me,'' i bit my lip, ''it helps me fall asleep.''

i could hear him smile, then with a pull towards his chest, he told me a story. a story that spoke of dreams, dreams only i wish to endure.

the last thing i saw was the red numbers on the clock---reading 1:52AM.

''goodnight, savy.'' was the last thing i heard before drifting into a land filled with darkness. within that darkness, i fell into the sea of dreams. the dreams dana had spoken of.

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