I was dreaming. In my dream, I was punching a sergeant’s face into a bloody pulp.
I woke up.
And found myself punching the wall beside my bed.
I have raw knuckles now.
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I was dreaming. In my dream, I was punching a sergeant’s face into a bloody pulp.
I woke up.
And found myself punching the wall beside my bed.
I have raw knuckles now.
Zareth Writes At 