Shadows of the Dream Realm

𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨?

Samantha 💫

The rays of sunlight shine through the curtains hanging above the window. I turn my body until my face is buried into the soft pillow, attempting to ignore the morning sun.

I know I have to wake up soon and get ready for work but my body feels glued to the bed. Even though the world outside is waking up, I cling to remnants of sleep more than the idea of being awake.

I suddenly notice something strange. There's something soft in my hand! I lift my head and open my hand in one swift motion, and to my amazement I see the same flower from my dream.

I stared at the beautiful flower, wondering how did I manage to bring it with me. I let out a small chuckle, not fully understanding what just happened.

I brought this flower to life, and now it's here with me in the real world.

This is amazing

The flower lingers in my hand for just a minute longer before I place it down onto the nightstand next to me. I climb out of bed, and take a deep breath. I place my feet on the cold wooden floor, and stretch my arms out above my head.

Time stops for no one. Time to get ready!

This is the beginning of the work week and I'm already ready for it to be over! My keys jingle as I grab them from the counter, the front door closing behind me with a soft click.

Lucky for me the bus I depend on has a routine schedule, and the driver is never late. I take my seat and stare out the window. As the bus passes by small buildings and shops, my mind begins to race.

Gazing at the world is nothing like being in the dream realm.

There's always the pressure that the world puts on you to stay busy! Most of us are either rushing to work, or just rushing home from work.

The only time I've had to simply enjoy being myself lately has been in my dreams. I can be free from expectations, and demands.

How ironic is that?

I've been spending these past few years of my life dreading the moments where I fall asleep. The feeling of uncertainty of what would happen if I fell asleep at the wrong time. It's always going to be a concern of mine, but my perspective has definitely changed.

The bus pulls up to my stop, the door hissing open. I step off and make my way down to the familiar street of the Greyhouse cafe. The smell of pastries and coffee greets me before I even open the front door.

Before I know it the morning rush is over, and the cafe has quieted down. Abby walks over to the counter beside me and wipes down the espresso machine.

I open the cupboard below me and grab the stack of cups to restock. I glance around the room, and I notice the same customer that keeps coming in for Abby specifically.

"Hey Abby isn't that the airline pilot that came to see you last week?" I ask curiously.

Abby looks at me and then laughs a little continuing to clean up the coffee spills on the machine.

"His name is Henry! He's a sweet guy, but I don't know if I'm really ready to get back out there again." She says in a low tone.

"That's understandable, but who knows!"

I pause and my thoughts start to boil to the surface, "Sometimes you meet someone unexpectedly, and you might find yourself drawn to that person."

Abby gives me a small confused look.

"Are you speaking from experience?" She asked me.

I smile shyly and laugh. She's right, what do I know about love?

"No, not really but I'm sure it's possible!"

"You know, Henry did mention he was planning to fly his private jet this weekend."

I give her a quick glance and grab the dirty food trays that the customers have left.

"Did he invite you to come with him?" I ask.

"I was thinking why not go with him. It's just...I barely know the guy." She says debating the pros and cons of taking him up on his offer.

"Abby we've probably seen everything this town has to offer. Mulberry woods is not going anywhere anytime soon. It's the same people, with the same routines. If I could go, I know I would." I say with a cheerful attitude.

I think to myself for a second and a small plan starts to emerge in my head.

Am I on to something?

Maybe I can convince Abby to take his offer, and let me come with them. I could venture off on my own and possibly visit the town my mom grew up in. I could go to the one place she was heading before the "crash".

"You-" Before I can even come up with the words to say, Abby interrupts.

"No you're right, I need to get out of this town. Only if you promise to come with me, and be my wingwoman."

"Yes, of course I'll come with you guys!" I say with excitement.

I know deep down I should tell Abby the real reason why I want to come with her. She's my best friend, and I hate keeping things from her.

Deep down I know that If I even mentioned to Abby that I found out my mother's still alive, she'd think I was crazy.

What would I even say?

The man I was telling you about showed me her in a dream.

The last time I mentioned the overseer to her she thought I was conjuring up some magician! I don't think she'd ever believe that the overseer is real. That the dream that he showed me is proof that she's alive. I just need to find her.

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