Dancing with dreams

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Sanderson Moonshine liked his job. He liked the children's faces when he given them sweet dreams. He liked the beauty of the golden vines that snaked across sleeping towns; however, he thought he was the only one to think of them this way. So it was a surprise, one night, when he found none other then Jack Frost marvelling at the golden ropes.

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He was about to finish spreading dreams in Burgess when he caught sight of some of his dreams leading into the woods surrounding Burgess lake. Sandy was a little worried, because he thought that a child was sleeping there, so that was why he decided to follow them. They were easy to follow, because they were so bright, and they penetrated the darkness. At that point, Sandy was, again, caught in their beauty. He was still for a couple of seconds before hastily remembering his mission. He floated the rest of the way in double time, because he was getting more and more worried about the child. It still took a while but eventually Sandy got to his destination, wildly looking for a infant sleeping among the snow. But he didn't see one- he saw Jack Frost standing in the middle of a clearing, a soft smile on his face. The dream ropes had circled around him, making him look like an angel. Sandy crouched down and watched him from a bush; he felt like if he interrupted, he might break something precious. Jack ran his fingers through some and started to sing in a soft voice.

"Turn your face,

Towards the sun..."

He took his fingers out the golden vines and kept singing.

"Let the shadows,

Fall behind you..."

Sandy stared at the spirit from his hiding place. His voice sounded so sweet, yet full of sadness. Sandy couldn't help but keep staring.

"Tell a prayer,

Just carry on,

And the shadows,

Will never find you..."

From the dreams' light, Sandy could see Jack's eyes fill with tears. He stood there for a while, but then started twirling and dancing with the ropes that surrounded him. It was a beautiful sight. The moon shone on him, like a spotlight, and the wind blew his hair gently. The spirit danced around the clearing with grace; it was almost hypnotic. Sanderson Moonshine had seen many people dance in his life, but no one he saw danced like this. Jack leapt and span with ease, and all the moves seemed to flow through him. If you were looking from a distance, you would think he was on ice. Sandy was half tempted to go to him, but he found himself staying where he was. There was something powerful in that moment that forced him to stay. He stayed until Jack stopped moving all together.

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So yes, Sanderson Moonshine had never found anything more beautiful than his dreams apart from the way Jack Frost danced with them. Never.