It was only a dream

She moves across the stone pavement with such grace, elation. The audience stretched out before her sighs with awe, their vigilant eyes surveying her every move, her breathtaking beauty. Though, the setting around her is quite dilapidated she still manages to dance that beautiful dance of hers perfectly, without the pain of mistakes.

My expression is poignant, my gaze on her moving feet. This girl, I think, is unlike many others. There is just something about her that suggests that she is not mortal. Is it her irresistible beauty? Her hypnotizing smile? There seems to be no answer, for I cannot decide.

"Isabella?"

I hear someone call my name from behind. I throw a glance over my shoulder. I can't see who the voice belongs to, but I know that it belongs to a guy. The voice does not seem familiar, partly because it's so far away. I think about getting up and looking for the guy that called my name but decide against it. I don't feel like getting up.

The dancer before me is now curtsying. Apparently, the show is over. This saddens me. I want her to continue, but I don't think that will happen. I rarely see dancers like her. I doubt I will see anyone like her for a very, very long time.

"Isabella".

The voice is closer now, demanding. Slowly, I twist around in my seat. My eyes sweep the crowd. I still don't know who's calling me.

"Yes?" I say into the open air, my voice barely above a whisper. There is no answer.

The wind scoops up the spare leaves on the ground, twirling them up, up, into the night sky. My hair whips this way and that above my head. Goosebumps start popping up on my skin.

I am suddenly aware that everyone around me is departing, their voices loud, filled with joy and excitement.

I turn back around in my seat. The dancer is gone now, as are most of the people around me. A knot forms in my stomach. This doesn't seem right, I think. This all seems like a scene out of a movie somehow. None of it seems real, yet, at the same time, it feels real.

My entire body tenses. There is no one around me now.

"Don't be afraid," the mysterious guy whispers, seeming to be only inches behind me. "It's only me".

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I wake up sweating, my hair matted to the top of my head as if it is stuck with glue. My heart is pounding and the palms of my hand are wet.

The pale light of the moon spills through my window, cascading over the tiny brae that is my pillow. I glance around the room quickly, searching for any sign of a threat. I find none. Letting out a sigh of relief, I lie back down.

"I'm being stupid," I say to myself, heart beating in my chest like a drum. "It was only a dream. It means nothing".

But as the night stretches on, and it gets harder and harder to fall back asleep, I find myself wondering if that dream, in fact, means something

 

Reviews

[Veronica]

Wow...exactly what happens to me when I have weird dreams, nice story! :)