The<br />
sun peeked in throught the windows of Julia's home. She blinked<br />
uncomfortably as she was returned to the waking world, her dream<br />
slowly slipping away and dissapearing from memory. Once fully awake,<br />
she lay still in the crumpled sheets and listens to the quiet<br />
atmosphere that is morning. There were no birds chirping. There was<br />
no clock ticking. It was utterly silent, a perfect morning to wake up<br />
naturally to.<br />
	She<br />
sat up, but the peaceful feeling was quicly fading. She didn't<br />
recognize where