Elizabeth walked into her bedroom. It was 9:00. She got her new book off of the shelf to read. Minutes later, her parents walked into the room. Elizabeth sighed.
"It's time for you to go to bed," her mom said.
"Already," she questioned.
"Yes."
What was the worst that could happen? She climbed under the soft, warm blankets. Minutes later she fell asleep. She dreamed of a knight riding a phoenix, asking her to join him. A breeze of cool air splashed over her face. Her hand got a little scratched, but it was a price definitely worth paying. They had landed in a field for a picnic. As Elizabeth wandered off into the bushes, the alarm clock rang, jerking her back into the bed. One thing was very strange though: the scratch on her hand was still there.
