04-13-2009, 09:33 PM
Myles dreamt that he was somewhere warm, on a beach in California. It was nice and warm, with the right amount of breeze in the air. He even saw his mom there, running in the sand with his father. His father, whom he loathed. He couldn't stand it no longer, he turn his head and it went bleak in the snow again. This time, he saw his mother trudging through the snow in a tattered shawl and boots. She was looking for someone, presumably, his father. Little did she know, he wouldn't be coming home.