I lean against the doorframe, "Jacks? Yeah...she tells the future in her sleep. Whenever she has a nightmare, or a good dream-- most of them are nightmares, they come to her in flashing Images and come true one day or another," I glance under her pillow, "Or so her journal says."
,,,,,,,,,,, Jackie
I stir, more images flashing before me.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone. — Audrey Hepburn