The cold, green eyes zoomed in on her own fearful, brown eyes.. peering, angry, loathing. She whimpered under the pressure. But the green pupils didn't budge, "You write as ugly as you look like!" "No, no, no! My handwriting is not as bad!", Suddenly she spoke, and with conviction.. this time, and freed herself from the heavy, piercing, green eyes. As she opened her eyes, she heard the familiar, welcoming music. She kept staring at the ceiling for the first few minutes, glad that she had woken up from the dream. The gentle sound of the alarm clock could still