• Dream or Nightmare?


    Her alarm clock blinked, 11:30 but she just could not sleep yet. Her dirty blond hair flowing down to her shoulders and her hazel eyes darting from page to page. She mouthed the words engrossed in the book. She was on the last couple chapters of her favorite book reading it for what felt like the third time but she could not help it. Her name you ask? Her name is Amanda Collaner, 14 years old and in the eighth grade. Her eyes drooped. "I can't stop its just starting to get good." She muttered to herself for the thousandth time. Slowly everything was black.

    'Run.'
    A single thought as trees raced by she could see a woman, a woman with dark brown hair and blue eyes. She road low on her black horse holding on to something, no a person a man! The man's black hair was plastered against his head his eyes closing. "Johnathan hang in there!" The woman whispered. Amanda had thought she had heard him groan. But what were they running from....or whom?
    As if to answer her black arrows flew through the air past her face, it seemed as if they were just in a movie, acting for her entertainment. "Watch out!" She wanted to say as the Woman looked in her direction, but not seeming to notice her. Her words never were heard, never even escaping her mouth. It was if she were a ghost.
    Amanda noticed at that moment the wound in the man's chest, his blood staining the woman's dress. 'This is not happening its just a nightmare, just a dream!' She thought to herself. 'I can wake up at any moment...' She pinched herself but only winced it had not worked.
    The picture switched quickly to the woman, this time she could see her face, tears. Her eyes were becoming red in her crying. In her arms the man lay in an eternal slumber. Amanda gasped, the womans ears were pointed like the elves in her book! This time the woman must had heard her for she looked up. "Go little one, it is not yet time." She said in a silken voice, like morning bells it was beautiful. Amanda wished she could have heard her sing, and not seen her in this sad state of being.
    She awoke with a jolt to her alarm clock, and the trains just outside. She groaned another night of no sleep. School would be miserable as always. 'Was it really a dream?' She thought to herself as she sat up in her chair she had fallen asleep in. 'Or something else?' She tried hard to remember what she had seen but failed.