My dream was of my mom. Her beautiful waste length brown hair. She was smiling at me. We were standing in a field of wheat. Why wheat? Where were we? My mom was still standing there with a smile, she had on a floor-length lilac dress. Her hair and the skirt of the dress blew in the wind. It was a heart sweet heart neckline strapless dress. My mom looked beautiful, she had pink lipstick on, but that seemed to be her only make-up she had on. She had always had a natural beauty to her. With her high cheek-bones, full lips, hazel eyes, and perfect row of teeth. Mom? I said hoping this was real in some way. I've had this dream before, but in different settings. I always woke up before anything good happened. Hey baby girl, she said her smile getting warmer.
What's going on? I asked taking a step closer.
Then the scene changed, we were at the ice rink. I was in skates and my mom was standing by the music box. Mom? I said again. This hadn't happened in this dream before.
Your changing, she said so casually. What was that supposed to mean? Of course I've changed its been seven years. What do you mean? What's going on? I'll admit I was getting impatient.
You look just like your father, she said it like she was asking how my day went.
I waited for her to say more. Just breathe, and let the music take you. And with the last word a song started playing from out of no where.
I looked around for the source. Nothing. The song was A song for Mama by Boys II men. Before she died I would play that for every holiday and even for no reason out of the blue. It was our song. Without realizing my feet started moving and I was gliding across the ice. Everything was clean and neat and graceful. I didn't fall, I didn't stumble, I didn't forget the program. It was flawless. Which was funny considering I had never done this program before. Then the music ended and I slid into the end pose breathing hard. I couldn't wipe the smile from my face. That felt so amazing I couldn't believe it, it was like I was flying. I looked for my mom, she hadn't moved. She had watched every bit looking dazed. She clapped excitedly when it was over. That was so beautiful Isabelle! She said with the biggest smile ever. I miss that smile so much.
Then her face changed so quick it seemed impossible. Her smile changed to a look of fear and her face paled. I looked around to see what she saw, but nothing had changed. We were still in the peaceful rink. I looked back at my mom, she still had the look of terror on her face. Beware was the only thing she said before I woke up panting on my sisters floor.
My sister groggily rubbed her eyes and looked at me. "What's wrong?"
I looked at her with the same expression my mom gave me before I woke up. "It's mom, she's back."

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Frozen Dreams
Aktuelle LiteraturA young teenager of 16 years old, Isabelle, falls in love with the sport of figure skating at age 5. With a younger sister named Ivey and unsupportive father and step-mother she deals with juggling school, sport, and social life. Soon does she unc...