I sit with my stuffed animal on my lap as i write this, its another morning that i wake up with tears in my eyes...  i dont quiet remember my dream but i remember being in a unfamilar room with my mom..someone was outside the room and my mom was terrified but acted calm. thats all i remember, i wish i could remember more and figiar out why my mom was scared. as i type i take a drink of water, putting the cup aside and typing more. Since yesterday My Mom found herself intrested in my book, Twilight, i hope to say she likes it, she mostly not intrested in books unless its from S.K.