this is not really a romance sample but a sample of my work: Sharp and intense they surge through my skull as I silently cry out, yet making no sound, as the whispers wake me yet again but with a change to their urgency. The air around me full of vanilla, the rich smell lulling me back into my deep bottomless sleep. I speak of it being bottomless due to my inability to wake. Trust me when I say that I am unable to rise, I have been asleep for two weeks one day and 3 hours, yet the time is still counting down to the unknown. I know something is changing within me, I feel it every day, but I don’t know what is changing. I remember the last moments of my attentiveness, I am a high school student and I was on my way back home from school when I started to feel the change. I began to walk home early from school, my head was pounding that day and my back aching from an unbearable pain searing my spine. I make my way up my street as I begin to experience a slight disconnection from the world we all exist in. My vision started to blur and I began to drunkenly walk to my mailbox easing through the walkway as I held on to blurry objects for support. When I reached my door I fumbled for my keys, dropping them, and when I went to pick them up everything went black. The pain radiating throughout my body had intensified, vibrations made their way to my head as I began to pick up the whispers. Time began to pass and the pain weakened to a dull sensation that surges through my body presently, and I start to feel again. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. I heard the sound of rain as I began to be washed with the little sprinkle that slowly turned into a down pour. When all of a sudden a buzzing noise began to sound lightly moving around in my pocket was my phone. The call was probably from my mother, she always checks on me requesting me to light the candles when a bad storm is approaching. But, that day I failed to answer, which was the cause of her being alert and on point. I was outside in the rain for no more than an hour when I heard a slam of a car door, and the slamming of feet vibrating to my body as I began to hear my mom yelling for help. Since then, my hometown has nicknamed me as the living sleeping beauty, but that is so far from the truth. Because this morning, the whispers told me a secret, a secret that will change everything and everyone.