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I sigh hugging her afraid of my own voice...

"I don't remember... I never remember my dreams just that they are bad."

"Grapes and vegetables and Thor once fed me wood.... It wasn't good.. I was around Eleven..", I eat a dry handful of cereal.

I hug back, though since my arms are around her waist not tightly enough to cause abrasion to the wound..

My eyes open slowly, "Hmmm?"

"What is cereal?" I had heard her talking about it last night, was it another type of chip? Or icecream?

"I love you too..." my voice catches in my throat these words are more true spoken to her than anyone I have ever applied them to...

He hits me again and I wince, visibly in my sleep. He hits me until I am I can no longer see I am unconscious.. And I wince several times ...

I allow myself to play with her hair knowing I seem like a lovesick schoolboy, and feeling like one too..

"Train?" I frown again stumped I only learned some of their funny words trading with father this was not one, "Train?" I say it again expecting an explanation and get ...

"A musical laugh like little bells.."

"No, you sound very much like an angel from legends of which I have heard.."

"They cannot wake?" my voice falters even in sleep, "Then they are not resting!", I conclude and the one eyed man frowns, 'No not this one too intelligent' and he ...

"Yes, and thank you my dear. Your laugh is ravishing as well." His eyes were green since she said promise..

My expression is puzzled, "Resting? Why don't you wake them?" 'They cannot wake from this sleep.'