That Kiss (Revised)

Chapter Thirteen - I Must Be Dreaming

                Savannah felt into a restless sleep. Everything she’d been told tonight swirled into her head leaving her in what she could only assume to be a nightmare. She was sitting on a rock in the middle of the clearing they visited tonight. The tall ominous trees were blurry. In fact, everything seemed to be slightly out of focus. She turned, looking for anything familiar when her eyes fell upon a strange looking woman.

                Her piercing blue eyes entranced Savannah. The woman was mystical. She had long, white blonde waves cascading past her shoulder. Her eyes instantly reminded Savannah of a flawless blue sky: so bright and clear. Her skin was pale and slightly shimmery. Sheer, shimmery clothing swayed around her tall, thin body.

Everything inside of Savannah told her to step closer to the woman. She was like a Siren, whatever silent message she was sending out, intrigued Savannah even more.

Finally, the women spoke. “You broke it.”

Savannah had to strain her ear to listen to the woman’s voice. She broke it? She broke what?

“You brought this upon yourself.”

“What did I do?” Savannah was beyond confused.

“You broke it.” The woman repeated, her face not betraying any emotions.

Savannah’s temper flared. She was tired of constantly being in the dark. She was tired of everything be so damn difficult. And more importantly, she was tired of this woman and her riddles. She wanted answers. “Broke what? What did I break, exactly?”

“You broke the spell.”

“What spell?”

The woman looked up at the sky and pointed at something. Following her gaze Savannah didn’t find answers. All she saw was a full moon, shining its light over the tall trees surrounding them. “What the heck does the moon -” Savannah stopped. The woman had disappeared and suddenly she was awake. Savannah bolted upright in her bed, slightly panting and alone. The only thing she didn’t seem to be alone in, was this second world she somehow traveled to. At least she had Joey and Donnie. That’s something she tried to be thankful for before returning back to dreams filled with darkness and unanswered questions.

                For the past week Savannah had the same reoccurring nightmare. Everything played out generally the same. The strange women in the clearing, her confusing accusations, and she even mentioned Joey’s name one time. Every single time it ended the same. Savannah would press for answers, and the woman would point towards the moon. Yet, as bad as she wanted to keep her eyes on the woman, they always drifted upward and looked at the illuminated full moon.

                She shared her dreams with Donnie. He took extreme interest in them, as you can expect. He believes the dreams are key to returning back to normal times. Every moment they’re alone, he questions her about them again, and again, and again. He makes her repeat everything down the very last detail, analyzing and trying to read between the lines. So far, he’s come up with nothing.

                Typical, Savanna thinks. Why would things get easy now? She says and Donnie laughs. Joey remains pretty neutral. He’s just a piece in the game, like Savannah.

                Fortunate for Savannah, Michael exchanges had be few and far between the past couple days. She was thankful for a break. He was a strong personality and she still was extremely uncomfortable with the whole situation. Although, she had become a tad bit more confident in his presence. She wasn’t sure if he was just wearing down her patience, or if Edith’s coaching was paying off.