One Year Earlier…
Snow falls, flake by flake, early in the morning. I should be up, getting ready for school. Assuming school is cancelled, I just lay in my bed, watching the beautiful view of the snow fall. So perfect in every way, but I am tired so I fall back asleep for a few more minutes.
I fall into a dream:
I am walking on the beach. It’s freezing cold, wearing a tee-shirt, and shorts, like an idiot, I make my way through the snow into a little cabin for some warmth. For some reason, the cabin, on the beach, is abandoned.
“Hello?” I yell. Desperate for warmth, I stay in the cabin for a few minutes. I sit on one oQWf the couches making myself at home.
Then a noise startles me, I hear the sound of footsteps, and then a key unlocking the front door I just walked through. The door opens, but no one walks in. Instead the door, opens and closes. That’s all.
I turn and look around, hoping the door was just broken, but I know that door did not open by itself. Standing still and quiet I hear something behind me. Not just something-someone.
“What are you doing in my home?” A young girl with long blonde hair asks me.
“I’m so sorry, it’s just, I was very cold, and this place looked warm. I’m sorry, I didn’t take anything. I’ll go now.” I turn and begin to walk out the door, and somehow it locks, by itself.
I’m trapped.
I turn around. This dream is becoming a nightmare.
The little girl, now holding a large knife, begins to walk toward me, slowly, as if the carry on the fear, and suspense that fills me. I back into the wall, nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
The knife reaches its way to my neck, and then…
The door swings open. A familiar face stands there, when he steps in I automatically know I am safe; saved.
The girl, dropping the knife, disappears in thin air.
“What just happened?” I ask, and he walks toward me. Running his fingers through my hair, he smiles. Then turns and leaves.
“Don’t go.” I said “You seem really familiar.” I say, and he stops in the door
By this time I have realized I am dreaming.
“Do you come to my dreams often?”
He smiles. His green eyes stare at me, as if he just can’t say anything.
“You where having a bad dream.” He said
“Yes. And you seemed to make my nightmare disappear. Why are you here? Are you just a figment of my imagination?”
“No.” he said, taking a step toward me “No, I visit you often. Every full moon…” he stopped. “I shouldn’t be talking to you. I shouldn’t be here. I don’t even understand how I am able to reach you like this. Just forget me, it’s for your own good.”
“What?”
He turns and seems to evaporate.
My dream becomes lonely, and I wake to my alarm.
**beep beep**
I wake up looking out the window, again. The snow has gotten heavier. Definitely no chance of school. But, what about exams? Whatever, I walk downstairs, and there is a note on the table.
‘Gone to work. No school today.
Love you
- Mom.’
