It was 2 am and the girls were fast asleep, weary from the days activities. However, in Isis's room, something stirred.
It was Isis herself, rolling over in her sleep. Her face, framed by her unruly hair, contorted momentarily. Her soft features clenched into a furrowed brow, a puckered lip. She was dreaming.
It was one of those nightmares that was not scary, not so terrifying that one would awake in a cold sweat, panting. It was disconcerting. It was of memories dredged up from the unconscious state, memories one fought every moment of every day to keep under layers and layers of sheets and quotes and even other nightmares if it was necessary. Yet despite her efforts, the memories came.
It started in the woods, where she spent most of her childhood. She was frolicking about, kicking the needles under her feet, attempting and failing to climb a tree, snatching a leaf off of a low lying tree and picking it apart as she walked. It was a pleasant dream, she could feel the tree bark again, SMELL the pine and dead leaves trampled under her bare feet. She was happy. She was home. But as she approached the edge of her woods she recognised every part of, she saw the wide clearing that led to her house. And he was there.
Him, with his long, black, curly hair hanging over his face.
Him, a foot taller, towering over her.
Him, his smile charming and enchanting.
Her first love was staring her in her face, not a foot away.
His mouth dropped open, his eyes widened, his sure, steady feet shuffled as he decided whether or not to move. And he did. He reached out his hand, his smile growing bigger, his eyes lighting up the way she'd seen them so many times before, in the woods when his bridges worked, when the shelter stayed up, when she cracked a joke or they found something completely new. He was happy, excited to see her. He gathered her up in an embrace, and he felt so real, so unlike a dream, she wept and buried her face in his shirt. Her tears left stains on it... Even his scent was enticing, nostalgic. He was her best friend, and she had fallen in love with him. But not he, with her.
Isis awoke, not sweating and panting, but crying. She thought those feelings were over, she thought she had forgotten, that she had moved on and that her one and only was Kid, Kid, KID.
But no. As he had haunted her life, he haunted her dreams. And she hated him for it.
I'm sorry, I had this dream and... All of it is true. I just... I thought I was over him.. He's so far away.. But no, he's there. Still there.