Adam lied in bed, as dead as a doornail. Well, dead asleep that is. His eyes raced under his eyelids as his vivid dream made him twitch every so often in his sleep. Adam dreamt of his work, his livelihood. He worked at the circus, specifically as one of the motorcyclists in the "Cage of Death" they called it. He could practically hear the cheers the crowds usually had for him. They saw his act as exciting. Everyone did for that matter, except for Adam himself. He practically hated. The idea of people wanting to learn how to ride so they could copy him made him dread his job even more. But with little other options for work, and a girlfriend to support, he had no other option.
He groaned in his sleep, the dream making him start to turn over. A frown began to form on his expression. It didn't take long before he rose upwards, burying his face in his hand. His body felt hot, like he was wearing his jumpsuit and riding right now. His blurry vision slowly began to straighten out, making out the figure in front of him. "Baby..?" he groaned, rubbing his eye with his hand now.
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