Literature
CL: Me, Myself, I and the Pink one- P1
12 PM; Midnight. Aelita's head sprang up from her pillow as she let out a small scream, a scream that called for her mother. It was that nightmare again, the one where her 5 year old self witnessed her mother's abduction by the 'Men in Black'. That nightmare in particular was bittersweet for her- though more bitter than sweet, it was the only way in which she could see her mother by any means. Either way, she'd been having it a lot more than she'd have liked lately.
Aelita sat upright in her bed, a cold sweat trickling from her forehead. After a few moments of deep thinking and reflection, she soon came back to reality and looked to her room