Lost But Not Forgotten


She knows they're just dreams. Yet she can't help but want to sleep longer. For some reason brown seems to feature strongly, and a girl. The age of the girl changes, but she never seems to get past her teens.

In her dreams the girl is always out of reach, either behind a fog or in the distance. And no matter how hard she tries to run, she just can't reach. All she finds herself doing is being enveloped in the fog.

She can't remember when they started. It's been nearly a year since they moved to Australia and somehow the dreams only seem to be getting more forceful. Sometimes she wakes up with a sick sense of danger, trying to protect the girl somehow.

But she can never reach her.

The dreams continue, and her husband grows to experience them too. She can't tell if it's sympathy for her or just from hearing about them so much. If she had been an artist, she would try to sketch her face - yet every time she tries to remember whatever of the face she's seen from her dreams it slips away frustratingly. Always out of reach, behind some sort of mist.

Is she going crazy? She doesn't know, only tries to carry on with her life as usual. Her husband goes through the motions as well, but she can tell he is wrapped in the dreams too.

It happens one day, just another routine day. She's answering the doorbell, and finds two unfamiliar people at the door. Her husband comes up behind her.

"Who is it, Monica?"

It's impossible for her to know this bushy haired girl, or the boy with flaming hair who has his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders, and she knows she's never seen them before.

Yet even as she answers her husband with an "I don't know", she feels her eyes beginning to fill with tears mirroring those of the girl's.

The girl lifts some kind of stick, and Mr and Mrs Granger are finally able to meet their daughter again.