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A younger female opened her eyes, immediately being confronted by the bright light through my window. Yawning, she sat up, taking a moment to try and recall her dream. She wiped her eyes for a moment before she finally remembered it. She took a deep breath before deciding to write it down in her dream journal. She reached over to her desk, blindly grabbing the journal and a pen. Her journal had a password system on it, refusing to open unless a certain code-word was spoken. A kids system at heart, but effective for around a year. Once that year was over, she'd have to brute force it open, which wasn't really a hard task.
"Cinnamon." she said into the books microphone, though there was no click confirming it heard her. She tried to open it, to no avail.
She rolled her eyes, before speaking into it again. "Cinnamon." she said into it once more, hoping for the confirming—
Click.
The journal responded as she opened it once more. The front page was slightly wet for a reason unknown to her, but she didn't think any further into it as she flipped to an unmarked page.
