My Nightmare is wonderful.
Well, not many people would agree with me, but I sure think so. The way she smiles, on rare occasions, so genuine and plain... so real. The way her lips curl up, just the slight hint of teeth showing. I could never smile so beautifully. And then, when she giggles, ever so slightly that it's barely noticeable. But I notice it. An adorable sound.
Like I said, not many would agree. On the outside she's cruel, ruthless, stubborn, insane... and, oh Lord, it just makes her even more perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect. How her bangs cover those pretty magenta orbs of hers, and when she brushes them away... her eyes, which have this childish sparkle to them.
How she's scared of thunder, and gives these little whimpers, or when I mess up, and she sighs and mumbles, "Pumpkin..."
That's another thing.
I've never, in my life, heard someone say my name so perfectly, so beautifully. How can she do this? I've never been able to. How can she... Ho