I am running, only not on the ground. I am flying, free, as the moon shines bright and full. But instead of this continuing i wake up sweating, my wings tucked into my back. My bedsheets all ripped up. I stand up and put on some clothes(A black hoodie, purple tshirt, skinny jeans, and white converse). I look at myself and only feel depressed, i would never be accepted, i couldn't even show my wings in my own house. I walk out of my room and grabs some food, and head back to my room. I get isndie and open the window, i lock the door and for a roll off the roof, since i was on the third floor. I land in the snow and run through the woods, loving the feeling of the wind against my face.