The Dream
She was
sitting at a tea party with some very distinguished guests. Most of them were under the age of 15, her
age. There was one little boy who looked
to be about seven. He was a little
angel, with deep emerald eyes and waved blonde hair. He saw her looking at him and grinned
cheekily. Oh, oh my gosh! She
thought, slightly dazed. Look at his adorable
dimples!!! He stood up slowly and
sauntered over to her. How can a
seven-year-old saunter? She thought as she gazed at him. He’s adorable,
whatever he does. He stopped right
behind her and leaned toward her. She
was thoroughly enchanted, so when he opened his mouth and asked in a small, high,
childlike voice, “Will you get me a fig?” she nodded and immediately stood
up. “They’re over there.” He said,
pointing to an unnoticed (by her) fence made of wrought iron, and painted
black. It was the kind with spikes at the top and a horizontal bar near the
bottom. She stood up and walked over to
the fence quickly, not wanting to disappoint the angel. Once she got to the fence, she paused and
looked past it into a sunlit chasm just beyond the safety of the fence. She gulped and glanced back at the cherubic
little angel, who stared back at her expectantly. She looked at the fig tree, which was growing
out of the side of the cliff wall. She
reached for a temptingly juicy fig, to no avail. She knew she would have to jump over the
fence to a ledge about a foot wide, hold onto the fence with one hand, and
stretch as far as she could to reach the fig. She immediately threw one leg
over the fence and found that she was in a mini skirt and leggings, rather than
a poufy dress, as she had thought earlier.
As she straddled the fence, the boy crept up and pressed himself to the
fence, reaching through the bars in a pitiful attempt to reach the fig. He looked up at her with longing and hunger
filling his gorgeous eyes. She was admittedly smitten and quickly flung her other
leg over the fence and cautiously placed her feet on the ledge. The boy smiled
winningly at her and she let go of the fence with one hand and reached for the
fig. She felt fingers on her hand on the fence, so she looked back. There was a boy there, about eleven or
twelve, who had been sitting with the angelic child. He had placed his hand on
hers. She blushed deeply and smiled
shyly at the boy. He was taller and
thinner than his younger brother. She could tell they were brothers by the way
they looked. He grinned evilly at her
and pried her fingers from the bar. She had been leaning precariously over the
precipice and began to fall. She twisted
to look up at the two devil angels, who were waving merrily at her as she fell.
She looked at the sandy, dusty, bare ground she was falling towards and knew
this was the end. She curled slightly and wrapped her arms around herself, instinctively, but knowing it wouldn't help in the slightest. She knew she had seconds left. Three… Two…
she tensed and knew she was about to hit the ground… One… Bam.
She felt as if she really had fallen from the ceiling onto her full-size bed. She couldn't breathe, she was tensed as if she really had been falling over 100 feet. She relaxed and breathed in deeply. I'll never be so important as to be invited to one of those parties. I really shouldn't even think about it or it will stress me out... But wow, that guy was FREAKY! She shuddered and sat up slowly, feeling the blood rush out of her head in a wave. She blinked and looked for her comforter and sheets. They laid in a pile on the floor by the base of her bed, tangled and twisted. She sighed, shook them out, and made her bed. The same dream, three nights in a row? What was happening to her?
