Tisheena Cly MVFLC-USU March 22, 2013 Book Report Understand Your Dreams I hear crying, a baby cry, I walk around to see what it is. As I’m walking I look down and see that I’m wearing some sort of sleeping gown, white frilly kinds but beige, and boots. I can’t seem to see my boyfriend in sight, and can’t help but think, ‘whose baby?’ Finally, I find the baby. She stops crying immediately after she sees me, and smiles and calls me ‘mama’ She’s so adorable with dark, thick, curly, black hair…
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