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Molly could never remember a time when she wasn't afraid of the dark. Ever since she was a little girl, her lip quivered at the sight of lack of light in a given area. "The creepies can't get me, the creepies can't get me, the creepies can't get me…"She would mutter under her breath and scamper on her tip toes with warp speed all the way to her bed. She kept a nightlight on her wall until the age of 13. Dream catchers lined her headboard like a small protective army. But despite all her fears of the night, Molly Atkinson still adored the stars.
"You see that bright one in the center of the sky?" Molly tapped the window pane, pointing towards the star she was speaking of. "That's the North Star."
The little copper haired boy beside her tilted his peanut shaped head to the side. "Why is it called the North Star? And why is it so bright? And it's in the middle of the sky, why?"
Molly chuckled and ruffled the boy's hair affectionately; he was seven years old, eight years younger than herself, but very mature for his age. "One question at a time, Tommy."
She breathed against the cool frosty window glass, slightly fogging it up. She drew a compass rose and circled her 'N'. "The North Star points North. It's hard to say why it's so bright, but it's only the 49th brightest star in the sky—"
"But then why does it seem like the brightest star in the sky?" Tommy interrupted. He narrowed his eyes at her, silently challenging her.
Molly chuckled, "Well because you think it's bright, so it is. Your brain tricks you," She tapped his head, "Ya' can't even trust your own mind."
Tommy huffed and crossed his arms over his chest defensively. "I can too."
"Hush now, don't get grumpy on me." Molly put a hand to his cheek and watched as a smile touched Tommy's lips.
"And as for why it's in the middle of the sky…" She bit down on her lip as she often did when she was deep in thought and released it when she had a proper answer. "It resides in the center of the sky because it wants to."
Tommy scoffed, eyebrows raised. "It wants to?"
Molly nodded. "Of course," She said softly. Her gaze turned from Tommy's skeptical stare to the North Star that shone down proudly at them. "Stars can do whatever they'd like."
Tommy leaned into Molly's side. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, but trying his best to hide it from Molly.
"Tired?" She asked, her attention on Tommy again. He looked up at her with stubborn emerald eyes and shook his head.
"Nuh-uh."
"Yuh-huh." She argued. Molly tickled the copper boy's stomach and received a gleeful laugh from him. She chased him from the orphanage's main room to the bedrooms where Tommy bunked with Leroy, a spunky eight year old. Molly helped him change out of his day clothes and into his pyjamas. Receiving jealous glares from the other orphans, Molly sighed and helped the rest of them dress as well.
She watched from the washroom's corner as the children brushed their teeth for 2 minutes exactly. She read aloud a fairy tale in a slowly quieting voice in five different bedrooms to twelve tired children. She helped Ms. Redmond with the dishes and hugged her goodnight before heading to bed herself.
Molly yawned and stretched lazily like a cat as she stood in front of her closet. She suddenly remembered why she had opened the closet door in the first place and threw on her PJ's.
She lingered by the light switch like she always did and turned it off with a brisk flick of her pale finger.
"The creepies can't get me, the creepies can't get me, the creepies can't get me…" She murmured under her breath and jumped into her bunk bed. The bed above her, like always, was empty. Ms. Redmond didn't mind her bunking alone.
Molly pulled the covers up to her throat and sighed with relief. She whispered to herself before feeling her eyelids grow heavy and close, "The creepies can't get me..."
Except this time, they did.
The dream washed over her like a tsunami, only ten times stronger. She felt overcome with a sense of confusion and disconcertion. White light flooded her vision, blinding her momentarily. The bright white light faded, leaving a dim light hovering over what looked like a dark room. She felt herself tense at the darkness.
And then in a flash, the room was gone, and were replaced by a set of impossibly blue eyes. She thought briefly of a blue bom dendrobium orchid, her favorite flower. But then the eyes changed, forming into a soft green. She caught flecks of gold swimming in the iris. Lashes, long but masculine lined the skin above the eye, giving it an overall lazy look. A name swam in her mind, vaguely familiar, it rested on the tip of her tongue. More, she thought desperately, show me more… And then, she woke up.