Ch 8: Beautiful Dream
We were running in a field of grass, I think, or maybe it was just the haze that slightly clouded this memory, I didn't know. But there we were, chasing after each other, playing a game of "tag" by our own rules. The breeze is running through my hair as I see a five-year old Gen chase me from a few feet away. I laugh at his feeble attempts to reach out and touch me, speeding up when ever his hand comes near. He suddenly takes a leap, latching on to my waist, pulling me down as he falls over. We both laugh with no intent of stopping until we cannot breathe any longer.
This was one of the most calming memories I have in my possession, with Gen and me, us laughing together. I truly miss those days more than anything.
I open my eyes to find myself wrapped inside a futon cocoon. I look beside me and find the other bed unoccupied. Tiredly, I get up and once again find Gen staring into the sky. I wonder what he's thinking, what is so special that he might stare. After a few seconds, I find myself still staring and quickly set to making breakfast, vienna sausage and rice. He must have heard my commotion, for he walked back in a few seconds after I get out a pan.
"Good morning!" I say cheerfully.
"Morning." He greeted, half paying attention. "He told you, didn't he?" he then asked, as if expecting me to know what he was talking about.
And then it clicked. "Yes, I'm sorry, I just wanted to know and I didn't think you would tell me if I asked."
"Yeah, you're right. You now, I barely remember you."
"Oh," my heart aches a little, "Well you have gone through a lot in the past 8 years." I get back to my cooking.
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Today at school, I watched a play and during that play, I decided that I will merge this story with another of mine (not published), I mean, I won't change the main story line; I will just add the ending. Only thing is, you'll just have to find out that ending. Thanks!
-mountaincastle353
5-18-11
CH 58 pg 6