A/N: This is my first story so please read. I know it is a tad vauge but you should be able to guess who is speaking. All mistakes are my own. I do not own Twilight.
The small tingling of bells playing the melody of the snow fairies' while they dance from the night sky is all I can hear as I lay in my bed. They say children dream of sugarplums, though all I dream of are those fairies and of reindeer prancing on top of the roof atop my head.
I cannot hear the others, though I know they are bustling around the house. None bother to see if I am awake, they assume that I am tired from the day's events. Or that was my excuse for going to my room early in the night.
I can feel sleep at the edge of my being, threatening to engulf me into the peace of nothingness, to just dream, but I resist. I resist because I am scared, scared that if I sleep I wont awake to the wonders of the next morning.
I can just picture it. The smiling faces, the gasps of surprise, and everyone, no matter what they are, all together and laughing. That's they way it had been before, and that's how it would be tomorrow. Maybe Rose would even cook. Ha, not likely.
Joys that bring the smallest smile to my face and to the faces' of the loved ones around me are what makes tomorrow the day worth waiting for. Those little bursts of happiness are worth the stress of the other 364 days for. Those petite moments of realization, when everyone is at peace, are worth succumbing to the darkness for.
So I close my eyes, rest my mind, and take a deep breath, journeying into the dreams that will amuse me until the dawn breaks in the morning and I can have the joys of the day next. Snow fairies keep dancing as their melody quietly plays on, and in their dance, a lone wolf howls.
So, I hope you like and please review.
~MXG