I dreamed of you a few nights ago. Not surprising. I saw you standing on the sun. It was burning under your feet. You had a sword in your hand, and a crown on your head. Then the nightmare part came. I guess I should think about something else, something besides you. But I can't stand that she ignores me. I'm her sister, after all. So, I guess that's why I think about you. So loyal, so royal, so perfect. She doesn't think so. She doesn't know my brain.
"For we did not follow cleverly devised stories when we told you about the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ in power, but we were eyewitnesses of his majesty." -2 Peter 1:16 (NIV) The end of "Uh, A Dream"! (So I can work on Heroes' Worth.)
