"Wake up. Come on, honey. Wake up!"
I shook my head, mumbling, "The wolves. Where are they? I have to find them."
"Honey, wake up. You fell off your bed again and your leg landed on a pin. Seriously, you need to clean your room before someone trips and loses an eye in here."
I just grumbled, my morning groginess taking an effect into my day before I even moved. I felt like I had been transported into something terrible and horrifying known as the real world. I preferred the real world by far since I could sometimes be the one to control it.
"Honey, get up. Your brother is home from college. Come say hello!"
I felt the floor, checking to feel if the floor had any more surprises hidden between the floor boards. Also, I refused to open my eyes whenever my brother was home. If he was home, my mom and him probably had a fight over the night, causing a mess everywhere. I also believed that whenever someone fought, my surroundings would instantly sadden, something I didn't want to wake up to. Sadly, my mother didn't even need an explanation as to why her daughter refused to open her eyes to the sun in the morning if my brother was home. His presense seemed to have an impact on her, and not the good kind. She says that he's like my unknown dad and I'm more like her.
"Here, let me help you up." She grabbed my arm, making sure I was balanced as I arose from the dusty floor of my room. Unlike most mothers, mine didn't feel the need to clean every inch of the house every week. At least, my classmates' mothers do that.
To be honest, I don't mind the messiness. I know where everything is and so does my mom so I don't find a need to clean anything. However, my brother feels differently nowadays. He used to not care about what went where, as long as he could find everything. That all changed when he went to college and met this neat freak chick that screams at a small piece of paper on the floor. This woman has changed my brother completely and whenever he visits, he won't play with me because he doesnt want my paint splattered hands on his new suit. However, my mother doesn't seem to mind her, but she does mind my brother's newest mindset. Suddenly, I began to drift off again until I heard a booming voice carry though the walls of the house.
"GET YOUR BUTT OUT HERE, YOUNG LADY. IT IS QUITE RUDE THAT YOU ARE STALLING!"
I was startled by the voice, and banged my knee against my drawing desk when I heard my brother's megaphone-like voice. My mother knew me so well that she carried me to my desk, every morning so that I could draw my dream from the night. I had aquired the skill of drawing in my sleep or with my eyes closed a few weeks ago, and was very proud of my special skill. It helped me remember the parts of my dream that I couldn't remember, which were usually more interesting than what I can remember fresh out of bed.
"Hurry up, he may start to yell again." She seemed to have an urgent tone in her voice, as though getting into the living room was a matter of life or death. So, I decided to open my eyes and the sunlight seamed to run through the slits inbetween my curtain as though to grab me and take me out of the real world.
"One more line," I said, "there, done." I grabbed the pin that stabbed me when I woke up and pinned my newest creation to my board.
I walked over to my brother and his house guest. My brother had a blank expression on his face and his guest was hardly any different. Except for the fact that her eyes were red and puffy, as though she had been crying.
"Now, mother,sister," my brother began, "don't make a big deal out of this. This is Rebecca, my guest. Also, she is my fiancée."
My mouth dropped to the floor. He had said it so calmly, and it was so sudden. I had only ever heard him talk about her once. My brain seemed to have exploded out of shock. Luckily, my mother knew exactly what to say, as always.
"That's very nice, son. Welcome to the family, Rebecca. Please, come to the bathroom to fix your eyes."
"Thank you, ma'am."
Rebecca shuffled past us and in the direction of my mother's pointed finger. As she passed me by, I got a whiff of her perfume. She smelled funny, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
Once Rebecca left, it was silent. Not a soul spoke or moved. It was very awkward. My mother stared at me, I stared at her, she then stared at my brother and then my brother stared back at me. It was like we were all trapped in time.
"Um, I think I'll go back to my room now. Nice seeing you, bro?" I said.
"No,"he replied.
"What?"
"You will stay here, surely to say goodbye to Rebecca,"
I just shrugged at his order, "I'll come back out when she comes back out."
My brother lifted his chin. As I turned around, I was startled by Rebecca, who was right behind me. Almost breathing down my neck.
"It was nice meeting you, Rebecca," I said.
"You too," she paused, "um, I didn't catch your name..."
"That's because I didn't give it," I replied.
Her face remained neutral. But it was then that I realized her eyes were completely back to normal. But she couldn't have been in the bathroom for more than two minutes. Eyes usually stay red for a longer time than that.
"Your eyes," I said, "they look so familiar."
She just kept a blank face on. No reply. No sound. Literally nothing was coming out of her mouth.
Suddenly, she started to fade away, her face getting darker and darker and farther and farther away. Then, I did the worst thing to do in a moment like that. I collapsed.
Hello everyone!!! Over the next few days, I am going to be editing and revising this story as I see fit, so a lot of things will be changing. I hope you enjoy seeing The Dreamer improved!!!!
