Flashing colors. Dulled tones. Foggy hazes. One by one colors raced around my mind. Feeling the cool air surround me, I shivered. Opening my eyes I saw the night sky overhead. I looked around and became more aware of my surroundings. I found myself in a meadow, lying down in the middle of the single dirt path. The grass looked to be about six inches long, thickly bunched together in a luscious bed. The dirt path to which I sat was barely used from what I could tell, with only a few dents in it. Sitting up, I raised my head. Only now did I realize that it was snowing. It wasn't a storm of sorts, just a flurry of frozen droplets. One fell on my nose. Feeling it melt from my body heat, I scrunched my nose and wiped it off. A gust of wind blew the thin, white material I was wearing around. It was long, covering my legs. The sleeves hung past my hands. I shivered as another breeze came.
I stood up and heard a familiar sound. Walking down the path, I saw figures behind the thick fog. Moving faster and faster, I was able to decipher the calls. It was sheep, three of them. One was a ram, one an ewe, and one a lamb. They jumped around and called out to one another. My eyes followed their trail, stopping when I noticed something peculiar. Feet, a man's feet. Looking up, I saw their entire body. He was dressed in blues and purples, wearing a cloak with furry black material around the neck and a sailor hat. His eyes were shut and I could see the heat rising from his mouth with each breath he took. He swayed slightly, his lips began to move. All I heard was a whisper. He swung out his right arm and held it out to me.
"Kom til meg, bli med meg." Echoed through the brush.
I didn't know what it meant. I blinked and gasped. The dirt path had turned into a meadow, the meadow had turned into a cluster of brush. The man was still there, in the same position as before. The same words left his mouth.
"Kom til meg, bli med meg."
It sounded farther this time. Everything grew blurry, the man vanished. The meadow and brush became a swarm of colors. I was falling again.
My eyes flew open as my heart fluttered like wild. I looked around, I was in my room, I was back home. Glancing at the clock, I sighed. 6:22. I had woken up late again, with only half an hour to get ready. Hopping out of my bed, I stretched and scratched my stomach. I groggily walked to the dresser. Friday today, Saturday tomorrow. Only one more day and I can sleep in. I quickly grabbed an outfit. A pair of black sweatpants and my navy blue NASA t-shirt should be fine. Walking into the bathroom, I stared longingly at the shower. No, if I were to attempt to take a shower I'd definitely miss the bus. I sighed and began to change.
Fully dressed and ready, I headed out the door. Stopping in front of my house, I began to fiddle with the strap of my backpack. My stomach flashed red hot for a moment when I noticed I hadn't put my hair up. I quickly threw down my bag and brought my silvery blonde hair into a ponytail. Once it was tied up, I sighed in relief and put my bag back on. Thank goodness I remembered, we have a lab in chemistry today. If I came with my hair down I could get in trouble. My train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the bus' engine.
I walked into the chemistry room and looked around for my friend. After a bit of sifting I found her hugging her backpack while leaning against the table. She must have gotten less sleep then I did. I sat next to her and dumped my bag on the floor. I looked over and shook her shoulder gently. Nothing. I sighed. Of course Nia had to be a deep sleeper. I shook her shoulder once more, getting the same results. I had no choice, leaning forward I whispered into her ear, "The British are coming."
In a moment her eyes fluttered open, immediately giving me a glare. "Really, Ella?"
I smirked and nodded. "You bet."
She shook her head and stretched, just in time for the teacher to come in and explain the lab to us. I had studied the equipment and had most of the periodic table memorized, so I think I'll do fine. At least, those are the things she told us to study. Nevertheless, I was prepared. Though I wasn't so sure about Nia. She was smart, but she never really put her skill to the test. She just went along with whatever and hoped for the best. Luckily, we were partnered together, so I could help her out if she needed me. More importantly, she could help me.
Though, the only problem with us being partnered together was that we talked a bunch. Yes, we finished our work, correctly too, but we made sure to chit chat our way through the whole thing. Not much of it was about the project either.
"You had that dream again? Did anything different happen this time?" She asked.
I shook my head. "No, it was the exact same."
She knit her brows together and huffed. "You know, it probably means something."
I grabbed the beaker and placed it on the scale. "Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know. It's just, on all those shows and stuff people say that reoccurring dreams usually have a meaning." She said, while recording the measurements.
Apparently we had been caught by the teacher.
"Nia, Ella, quit talking and do your work!" She called.
"Yes, ma'am!" We called to her.
After the long day of school, I was finally able to go home.
After a long day, I was finally able to sleep.
When I went to sleep, I saw nothing.