Stonehenge

Chapter one: the Dream

Standing there in a forest filled with trees that stretch towards the sky. Their color of the darkest green, that they almost seemed black, but with hint of light green on the outer edges of the branches and leaves. All of a sudden a warm tingling felling went through me, the feeling was as someone would be returning home after a long trip. As I was standing there, looking around the forest a small little light appeared. It looked to close that I was going to take a step closer to see what it might be, then realizing that I had no shoes on and the ground was warm but damp, as if it had rained several hours ago. Catching a glimpse of the bottom of some kind of white fabric that was cut to my ankles, it turned out that I was wearing the most beautiful full dress I have ever saw. The dress was white strapless with white with silver beading on the belt that was a sapphire blue, it seemed that it was just tied on to the dress and it stopped around my knee. It also had a lased top that covered my chest and cut to that it showed the collar bone and with long sleeves that when to my hand and seamed to wrap around the middle of my finger  and it was soft as silk.

Getting a feeling so my head floating up there, something in the distance heading towards me. With a speed that was as if it was being jerked towards me. Soon it was close enough to get a hint of what the thing was. Make sure that I was really seeing it and not just making it up. Just standing there unable to bring myself to what I was seeing....... it was my mother. She died when I was six by a drunk driver that step over the white line too soon. I haven’t dreamed about her in years, but she looked sort of misplace in the forest. She was in a beautiful dress it was like a mature version of mine; it had a sleek look and a white beaded lace belt that had some silver beads that seem to catch the light. the dress also has a corset think on the top and the rest just fell off of it, the dress had a split that went from the bottom of the dress clean up to about the middle of her thigh without a stain on it in a place that could get a dress like that filthy with a wrong step, but a light seemed to be emulating away from her.

"Solareana, you have to know the truth about your life," she spoke with an agency that had calmness to it. She started speaking again “you have to know how to, “BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! My eyes flung open, realizing that I was still in bed, at home with the alarm clock screaming at me to wake up. It was only the morning and already I know it was going to be a weird day.