There was darkness in the dream. As fakir was was laying in the dark he noticed a sudden light. It was a light that made him want to write and to love. As he looked into the light he noticed a swan. As he got up and walked to the bird he saw its wings flap and a bright rain of sparkle coming from it and the swan began to grow. Where there once a bird was a girl he knew but couldn't remember. She had long strawberry blond hair that fell just above the floor. Her eyes were a blue that was as deep and clear as the ocean. She was wearing a beautiful ballerina dress that was pure white. Its upper part was a silk like corset that was jeweled in swirls. The skirt was jeweled as though it was laced in clear snow. She was in a posa position. She rotated her hands above her head and put one toward him and said " Won't you come dance with me Fakir" Her voice was the most sweetest thing he ever heard. It as sweet as honey but as soft as a father she was just clocked in. Fakir stepped forward knowing that if he didnt he would regret it. he lightly held her hand and off they went.
It could've been a minute or days fakir couldn't tell but he didn't care. He could tell that he loved her without even not knowing her. He would give his life to her if it came to it. Because he made a promise to protect her and stay with her. Fakir stopped the dance and looked at the girl. She was smiling but he could she in her eyes that she was so sad. A light appeared around her. The girl started to panick and was crying. She said " I don't want to be a bird again i want to stay human, Fakir help me!" When the last word escaped her mouth she was not a swan but a small duck. And at that moment he knew who the girl was.
Fakir woke with a start and said "Duck!" He was reaching for something that wasn't there. "Quack!" At that moment fakir knew he fucked up. He slowly turned his head to the ground and saw his friend Duck the Duck on her head on the ground. He forgot that she was sleeping in his bed and he must of thrown her when he woke up. " Sorry Duck, I had a bad dream." "Quack?" She gave a questioning look." Its nothing just a bad dream. What time is it" Fakir could see the sun coming up just beyone the harizing. He looked at the clock that hung on the wall. it read 6:30."Well since i'm up i should get ready for the day" " Quack" Said Duck with an agreeing nod. Fakir got up and stretched and made his bed. He got changed into a dark blue shirt and a pair of gray long pants and put on so black shoes. He picked up Ducked and placed her on the dresser and reached into the drawer and pulled out a thin comb first he brushed his hair and moved to duck careful to pull out as many molting feathers as he can. He knew as time went by shed lose all her young fluff and turn into an adult bird. Duck quacked happly. FAKIR are you up? If so can you come down stairs and help me" Said Fakirs uncle.