Part 3 broken dream.
Listening to music in the dark night under the soft blanket and next to the lovely doll. But she could not sleep. It seemed too peaceful. No sound, no voice, no moving, no light...Just she was lying alone with her head on the phone. Striving lull herself in a deep sleep but in vain. A thousand of oxes, donkeys, baffaloes she counted. Greg's picture still was in her mind, clearly and earnestly. The lyrics of the song was so piteous for her sensitive feeling to overcome this grief.(
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUEt5Fl6Sw)
She go up. It was too late. 3.29 am already. and now she is really sleepy, she intended to copy the story and continue to write it later but there is no copy funtion here
so she has to post a part of this first.