Footfalls crashed in her head. All her world for that time consisted of
the beating of her own heart, and the sound of feet hitting the ground.
She ran. She chanced a glance over her shoulder; they were gaining on her.
She let out a yell of defiance, and woke, shaking, in her own bed. As her
breathing began to return to normal, miles away a boy sat bolt upright in
bed, waiting for his heartbeat to slow. He gulped air for several minutes
before deciding he wouldn't be able to sleep again that night. He got up,
and walked to the window, where he looked out over the dark schoolyard. He
fell asleep there, at the window with the light of the half moon shining on
his burnished copper hair.
She gasped for breath as she ran. She didn't know where she was running to, nor what she was running from. But she knew that it was imperative that she reach her destination. Her very life depended upon it. She quickly peeked over her shoulder; they where nearly upon her. She needed to run faster, and somehow, she did, bursting through huge front doors, and slamming quite suddenly into something solid. That something solid yelped, and woke, gasping in his own bed, many miles away from the girl who had so unsuspectingly crashed into him. A month after the first, to the very minute, the girl and boy woke again from the same dream. The girl threw back the covers of her bed, and stood on shaking limbs. She walked to her own window, and looked out over the barren land. The Dream had gone farther this time; that must mean that the time when it would come true was close at hand. She often knew things before they happened, and it was so with this Dream. She had never Dreamed the future before, but she knew (just as certainly as she had known that her neighbor's unborn child would be a girl) that this Dreaming was real; and would happen. Perhaps it would not happen in precisely the same manner as that in which she had Dreamed it, but happen it would. She sighed, and just as she was falling asleep, she realized something very unusual, and disturbing, but she was too close, now, to sleep for the thought to call her back. She fell asleep sitting in her chair by the window, with the light of the moon shining on her short tarnished golden hair. There had been someone there with her in "her" Dreaming.
She gasped for breath as she ran. She didn't know where she was running to, nor what she was running from. But she knew that it was imperative that she reach her destination. Her very life depended upon it. She quickly peeked over her shoulder; they where nearly upon her. She needed to run faster, and somehow, she did, bursting through huge front doors, and slamming quite suddenly into something solid. That something solid yelped, and woke, gasping in his own bed, many miles away from the girl who had so unsuspectingly crashed into him. A month after the first, to the very minute, the girl and boy woke again from the same dream. The girl threw back the covers of her bed, and stood on shaking limbs. She walked to her own window, and looked out over the barren land. The Dream had gone farther this time; that must mean that the time when it would come true was close at hand. She often knew things before they happened, and it was so with this Dream. She had never Dreamed the future before, but she knew (just as certainly as she had known that her neighbor's unborn child would be a girl) that this Dreaming was real; and would happen. Perhaps it would not happen in precisely the same manner as that in which she had Dreamed it, but happen it would. She sighed, and just as she was falling asleep, she realized something very unusual, and disturbing, but she was too close, now, to sleep for the thought to call her back. She fell asleep sitting in her chair by the window, with the light of the moon shining on her short tarnished golden hair. There had been someone there with her in "her" Dreaming.
