BEAVERTON, OREGON Cirilla's point of view I hum to the rhythm of the music playing loudly in my ears, trying to get distracted by the music and my drawing. Even though my efforts have been futile. The recent days have been unpleasant for me, coupling with the weird and bothersome dreams, more like nightmares I've been having. Flashes of nonhuman creatures hounding me. At first I thought it was just a dream, but now I'm not certain of that anymore. I'm starting to rethink that theory, I feel like it's more than a mere dream, like they are missing pieces from my memory. But that's impossible, maybe I'm just being paranoid with the fact that I still can't remember what happened the other night. I placed the black colored pencil on the bed, gripping the yellow colored pencil, bringing it to the sketchbook. I skillfully mixed it with a shade of orange, after a while I was done. Pulling it up, I stare intently at the image I had drawn. It was a picture of a figure. A m
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