Dreams

Sokeefe!
Wake up. Please, just wake up. Sophie foster had been repeating the words in her head for weeks, pleading for Keefe to open his eyes. Smirk. Make a joke. Just be awake. But what if he never opens his ice blue eyes again? What if she never sees his smirk again? Never hears his voice? What if she can't figure out why her emotions go wild when she thinks about all the possibilities? Questions run through her mind, but one consistent thought runs through her mind, constantly: wake up. Please, just wake up