Dream State

Mind Games and Dasiy Chains.

Hazel then dashed out of her room, closing the door behind her and gracfully flew down the old, creaking wooden stairs, jumped off the last step and ran straight into the open kicthen where her mother was cooking breakfast. Her mother was an early bird as well, with curly brown hair and emraled green eyes which glimmered in the morning light, her smile always made the darkest of clouds faid away.

she stood at the counter as fresh toast popped up out the toaster, the smell lingered throughtout the room as it was an inviting aroma of which no one could resist.

"Well good morning... your up early!" her mother smiled brightly as she buttered slices of homemade toast.

"well its a beautiful day and it would be a shame to waste it..." Hazel swiped a piece of warm toast from the plate beside her mother "and i dont want to miss a moment of it".

like a flash she kissed her mother on the cheek and raced for the back door.

"oh remember be back before dark..." her mother cried

"i will, bye mum..." she called back, she then jumped off the step and grabbed her bicycle as she headed down the dust dirt track and began her journey into town.

Hazle lived in a old, secluded farm house ontop of a hill which looked out over the small town of evergreen, with rolling green hills and flowing streams, evergreen was a place where everyone was friendly and love to welcome new faces. Hazle knew everyone in town and as she road by on her little black bike, passeres by waved with a smile as she wizzed on by.

"good mornig hazle..." said mrs feldernet who was on her way to the local post office.

"good morning" hazle replied with a smile and a wave.

finally Hazel stopped, the breaks screached as she came to a halt, she had reached her favoret spot in the whole town... willow tree stream. Infact the stream was really a river where an old willow tree loomed over the clear flowing waters as its long, limp branches danced in the rivers cool wateres.

she propped her bike up against the old, shady tree and walked down to the river bank where she sat down in the long, green grass as it danced in the wind and picked the little white daisys that surrounded her feet and threaded them into dasiy chains.

the summer sun rained down upon the town, hazle yawned as she lied down in the tall grass by the river, she looked up as she wacthed the willow branches dance in the cool breeze. they russled and shivered as the breeze blew by, her eyes felt heavy as she lied there in the shade of the tree, slowly her eyes began to close and she slowly fell into a deep sleep.

"your not where you think you are..." a whisper filled her empty mind.

"what do you mean?" Hazle asked, but there was no responce.

there was nothing but darkness, it was cold and there was no one to be seen.

"your not where you think you are..." this time the whisper was closer

"why do you say that?" yet no reply was heared.

then suddenly the whisper began to echo untill it incressed into a choruse of whisperes. it got louder and louder untill it was almost ear shattering.

"GO AWAY" she yelled as she shot up like a hare.

she the opened her eyes as she pantted, it was just a dream... a strange dream, hazle then rubbed her eyes as she realized she was awake, but there was something diffrent about the air, it was cold.she looked up and saw the sun was now covered with clouds, horride, grey clouds, she felt a chill and without a second thougth she got up, grabbed her bike and began to make her way back home.

what she didnt know... what was waiting for her?