JUST A DREAM
It was the warm, wet earth that first caught his attention. For what felt like years, he was oblivious to the birds that sang above him and the breathtakingly beautiful sky that was above him. When he finally realized where he was, he was too weak to do a thing. He longed to stand up, but his body, unwilling to move, rebelled against him more as the dark tendrils of sleep grasped at him.
It was summer, perhaps June or July, the perfect weather out in the country. He had finally come back home to an empty homecoming; no one had expected him to return to their little town out in the country. Perhaps they all thought he was already dead.
He remembered when he was a child, so small and new, when he had first been allowed to come outside on his father's shoulders. So many years had passed since those sweet, infantile days of his youth. How had time passed so quickly? It was shameful that those years had come and gone so quickly, yet the time it took for his family to find him would take forever.
Thinking of his family, who were they now? It had been years since he had been back; it was obvious that they had changed drastically. Was his little brother still the sweet child he had known for years even after their mother had passed? And what of the young girl, who had been their best friend and only family and her grandmother, were they still alive? Alive? Of course. Everyone he knew was still alive; they had to be. And then there was the military. The dogs, the pack, more family. They were still there, weren't they? The chain smoking blond, the slanted eyed bastard, and the gun-toting woman had to be there.
Perhaps, he thought, perhaps they were waiting for him, looking for him. At the thought of his family looking for him, he tried to rise, but his body gave an awful spasm of pain and he realized that he couldn't move. He would have to wait. And as the pain spread, the dark arms of sleep grabbed for him again and he did not fight them. He thought as his consciousness slipped away from him that maybe, just maybe he would be found and reunited with his family.
His mind slipped into a dream of happiness, filled with family, old and new. He saw the dogs and his brother and acquired sister. His father, who had abandoned him long ago, held him on his shoulders. His mother, beautiful as the day he had first seen her, stood beside them with his brother in her arms. The young girl stood next to her grandmother and her parents were there, too. It was beautiful, a lovely happy family that was never meant to be and would surely never be. But, to a child, deep in sleep, it wouldn't matter. It was a simple wish for what he always longed for while awake. A silly, infantile dream, but what a dream it was.
AN: I revised this chapter and added a new one... I'm really looking for reviews... :(
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