Come to me... The voice in the shadows rose and fell, like a mystical surreal wind, blowing though her mind. She could hear it; its infinite rhythmic speech seemed to come from all directions, above, below, left and right. It was in her mind, in her heart. In her very soul. Come to me... Come to me, my love...find me...save me... Where are you? She cried out into the ebony darkness. For once in her life, her heart and mind spoke as one, instead of as individual entities. Her soft, silky hair flowed with the wind and across her face. She spoke again, shouted out in her mind, Where are you? How can I save you? What does this mean? You will know when the time comes. Come to me...you are my heart...come... *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Marita Shindou snapped awake, sweat coating her forehead and down her back. Raising her petite hand, she effortlessly moved it to the area above her eyes, and dabbed at the perspiration collecting there. She Scowled, and lazily, rolled over to the side of her four poster bed, and checked the digital clock on her nightstand with squinted eyes. 12:00 AM midnight was barely hazy, and she groaned with the effort to roll back over on her back. Sweat still clung to the back of her black tube top and white pajama bottoms, what she normally wore to bed. Marita sighed, and slowly crawled out of bed, crossing to her overstuffed chair in the corner of the darkened room. In the daylight, it would have been a dark greenish color, but in the cloak of darkness, it was just a clumped shadow in the ebony darkened room.

Two months. The dream, so surreal and unbelievable, had come for two months straight, and had woken her up at exactly midnight each time. Shaking her head, Marita sank into the chair, pondering and lost in thought. Two months. The voice in my dream... like a drifting mist in my mind. Where is it coming from? I need to know! This voice... called me love... his love, but I don't have a boyfriend. She sighed, sleepiness slowly overtaking her. As her eyelids began to droop, she whispered silently, "Wherever you are, I will find you. You're a vision of the past..."