Chapter one: Dreams
I was running, but I wasn't running away, not yet at least. I was looking, looking for something, but there was nothing to find, nothing to look for, nothing to sustain life. I woke up screaming. It was the first time that I had woken up screaming since I was four. I was thinking about my dream, when my mother rushed into the room. This was the first time that I actually realized where I had fallen asleep. I didn't remember going to my bed so I must have fallen asleep on the couch when I was watching T.V. in the living room. It was a strange though to wake up in the bright colored room with the atmosphere of comfort from a horrific nightmare that would only make myself scream.
Then I remembered that my mother was there, staring at me, with her eyes wide and alert. She looked like she hadn't slept all night. She I was to blame, I was acting strange yesterday, even I probably hadn't and I felt really sorry for her. don't know why Then I noticed something in her hand. It was a baseball bat. Seeing her hold it like she was about to take a swing at someone made me laugh. That did it. Her eyes softened and she dropped the bat with a confused expression on her face. She looked at me and replied to my outburst by saying,
"What?" That was just what I needed. I burst out laughing, I just couldn't keep all of the laughter in.
"You brought a baseball bat?" I asked her. Then I guess she had just realized how silly it was - especially in the living room of your own house. She answered me with a sheepish grin, then cracked up. That had been settled, but I couldn't help wondering throughout the - whole day - cowld the dream have meant something?