It's Just a Dream
"No… NO... NO!" Jane shrieked, shaking her head and covering her mouth with her hand. She backed away from the cold, abnormally pale body.
"Jester? Jester!" She yelled. Her vision blurred slightly and her nose stung. She was shaking and her face felt wet. She tentatively reached a hand up to touch her face- the wetness was tears; she was crying.
This cannot be real. This is NOT happening. I am but dreaming. Having a nightmare! Yes! That is it! I am having a nightmare and Jester is alive in the real world and… and... And this cannot be a dream because if you realize you are dreaming, you wake up. Wake up, Jane!
"Wake UP!" She shrieked, jolting out of the kneeling position she had fallen into. She began hearing the sobs racking up and down her body. He cannot be dead, he cannot be dead. I love him, he cannot be dead!
The female knight dropped back onto her knees, then fell onto her side, clutching her mass of copper curls between her fingers. She whispered aloud, "He is not dead; this is just a dream," It became her mantra; the distraught knight said it over and over until she wept herself to sleep. "He is not dead; this is just a dream."
The next morning, a ray of sunshine fell upon Jane's head. She opened her eyes, wondering why her mattress felt like grass. Then, she froze. Jane looked over to her right then thrust her fisted hand into her mouth to stifle the approaching scream.
It had not been a dream.
Bad week. No losses of my immediate family or friends, but one of my good friend's mother is most likely not going to make it. I didn't want to end up with something dark and depressing for Sleepless (This is not in that continuity, by the way) so I channeled it into this.