Badeko’s perspective Freya
The night was at it’s darkest point when I crept in from my camouflage den. I sniffed the air it was cool and dry with a hint of dreams. The fragrance of sleep and dreams and a zest of fresh lime green grass. I could smell an old one dreaming of old memories but that is not what I wanted so I carried on rummaging for more dreams. then I could smell something a girl dreaming of a warm fire that’s not what I wanted so I carried on sniffing for dreams. then I could smell something that I wanted. A dream. I got ready to suck it up with my sparkly teeth and then suddenly I sucked it up. it tasted really yummy but I still wanted more. sill hungry. still thirsty.