" I've had such a weird dream..."
The early morning sunbeams gently penetrated the rather small, cozy bedroom, reflecting on the handmade sun catcher near the window door and creating vibrant rainbow patterns across the lavender walls.
Bending down, Sophia reached for something that had fallen from her bed during her sleep.
She stared at her teddy bear, Peter, her lifelong companion and cherished childhood gift from her mother. She had chosen that name in honor of her mom's unwavering love for Peter Pan, a love that she had passionately passed down to her.
Memories of her flooded her mind, sparking the familiar questions that plagued her thoughts on a daily basis. She shook off those contemplations, focusing on the present moment.
" I dreamt you came to life and that...we ended up getting married?"
Her attention went back to Peter as she chuckled to herself.
" Does that mean I'm never destined to marry? Don't get me wrong, I love you Peter, but you don't belong here, you're too good for this world."
She held him closer to her chest, allowing her imagination to wander, finding solace in the enchanted melodies birds were humming, perfectly tuned with the soft morning breeze that seemed to whisper tales of endless possibilities and unexpected journeys.
" Perhaps",she mused, staring into Peter's button eyes, "this dream is a reminder. 'Never forget where you come from. Weave your own enchanted adventure, wherever it may take you', right mom?..."
She sighed, looking out of the window, as if talking to some entity perched in the sky.
" I promise Peter and I will visit your grave soon."
She smiled at her teddy, placing it back on the bed, then stood up. It was time to face another day. And who knows, today might be the day she sees him again and has him answer her questions.
Satisfied with her conclusions, the young woman checked the hour hanging above her door.
" Crap, I'm late!", she yelped as she ran out of the room, except she paused at the doorframe for a second, peaking inside the room again.
"Don't you dare think I'm delusional, Peter. Now bye!".
In a flurry of movement, Sophia darted around her house, gathering everything she needed, and in a matter of minutes, she was ready, slipping on her shoes and glancing at the mirror for the last time, where she was met with honey-brown eyes scanning her up and down.
"Ugh, my hair. Good thing it's curly", she scoffed, untying the scarf she usually slept with, releasing her long, curly dark hair.
"That would do it".
A last fixing of her bangs, a quick swipe of her thumb over her eyebrows, a smile at her reflection and a swift glance at the newly received mail on the desk, waiting to be opened, before leaving her house which remained in the pitiful state of a battlefield.
It didn't matter for now, because what awaited her at her destination made her heart beat loudly, a physical expression of the joy that coursed through her veins, even though she tried to contain it, fearing deception.
She was about to acquire a museum in Kansas city, whose art gallery would be perfect for her new painting exposition, one that she poured all her heart into.
Being an artist and working solo isn't easy, it took her years of searching and saving as a computer scientist, plus a couple of sacrifices to be able to afford it, but despite that, she's always held her head high.
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SEVEN: When marble awakens
ParanormalHow many of us could describe themselves with precision? That is something Sophia Rockefeller has always wondered about. One thing was sure: she couldn't. She barely knew about herself, holding onto her ambitions and dreams to keep her head above...
