Laura is tired — very much so. For the past few weeks, nightmares have plagued her dreams. It was perhaps this tiredness that caused her to make a mistake when raiding the town. She accidently threw in the wrong potion and instead of taming the lion she set out on taking, she tamed the chubby squirrel that lives outside the village.

The squirrel is currently running in circles on her desk. Laura isn’t _that _evil. It’s not like the squirrel did anything wrong to her — except being annoying. Very annoying.

With that thought, she drifted off to sleep…

…and entered a dream. In the dream, squirrels ran up and down trees and fished at lakes. They flew in the air, dug under the ground, and ran all about. Laura could feel the exasperation from under her skin. How annoying.

Then she had a thought: since she was in a dream, she could do whatever she wanted.

She laughed before grabbing a squirrel and throwing it into the air, watching it land in a lake with a _plop_. The squirrel squeaked and that was all she needed. She flew around, destroying houses and crushing acordns. The squirrels could do nothing as they watched in horrid fascination.

She was so invested in her dream, that when she woke up, she had been sleeping for 14 hours and never felt more refreshed.

Laura petted the squirrel sleeping next to her. It looked as if it were having a nightmare.