I woke up to see the sun shining in the window. I felt very tired and went back to sleep.
I woke back up to feel my brother tugging on my arm. I brushed him off and insisted he let me sleep more. He said he wanted breakfast, so I told him to help himself to anything that was in the food chest. He left and I went back to sleep.
I woke up to feel my brother tugging on me again. He said he wanted to played. I told him to play with his toys, that I wasn't feeling ready to get up. He kept trying to get me to get out of bed, but he eventually gave up. I soon fell back asleep.
I dreamed that I was a fox, being chased by vicious wolves. I darted from tree to tree, but the wolves always found me. I tried to hide in a cave, but I could hear their snarling as they investigated. The moment the three of them passed back, I booked it right past them and fled out of the cavern, but they had heard me and gave chase once again.
I was tired of running. I had been running all day and I wanted to give up. But I didn't want to die. I didn't want to die. I desperately wanted to escape. I didn't care if I ran past chickens or tasty berry bushes, if I stopped for even a moment I would be torn apart by the vicious wolves.
I found myself coming upon a large stone cliff wall and turned around to see the wolves closing in from the three sides, their red eyes filled with a primal hunger. I barked at them as my body shook with terror. I didn't want to die! I didn't want to die!
Right as the wolves ran at me with their teeth bared, the dream faded away.
I woke up to feel my brother pleading for me to get out of bed. I told him I was tired and he told me I had been sleeping all day and he just wanted to see me get up. I told him I would play with him tomorrow and he asked me why I was being this way. I ignored him. And I went back to sleep.
One Day Left
