Hyperactive Little Lei

Then again, she couldn't bear to just fall asleep like that. 

She pressed the photo frame tightly against her chest.   

"I know I'll dream of you, because you are always in my dreams. The only place I can see you now is in my dreams, but it always ends before I could even grab onto the corner of your clothes." 

She huddled up. I might be able to grab it someday. 

She shut her eyes, and soon the room was soon filled with the sound of her gentle breathing. Despite being asleep, her eyebrows were knitted tightly together. 

Was it physical pain, or mental? Was it sadness, or bittersweet memories?  

Perhaps many people want to know the answer. 

Was she dreaming? What kind of dream was it?

Some dreams are colorful, some grey, and some colourless. 

What was her dream?

A nightmare?