Chapter 5
In my dream, as I called it, I heard someone calling me from behind while I ran in pastures so green they could be from a painting. i kept running and laughing, but I looked much younger probably seven years old. I caught the shadow of someone with the corner of my eyes and ran playfully toward the shadow. The shadow looked like of a woman.
The woman sat in the bench, stretched her hands to embrace me, as much as I could presume it had to be me. The woman carefully sat the little girl(me) in her lap and with the delicacy you would treat a flower stroke the young girl(me) auburn loose curls and whispered in her(my) ear.
“Behave my little Victoria and everything will turn out alright my beautiful forethought. You would see that in the endless places of this world nothing would turn out wrong and you will make sure of that in the right time. Right now I have to go, but I will always guard you and be there for you when you most need me. Victoria, you would soon become the treasure no one knew I forethought, be the amazement I know you are.”
The woman grabbed the girl swinged her in small circles around her and left her there sitting in the bench under the green leaves of a tree. The little girl looked again to see if her mother had left and wasn’t surprised when she didn’t see her again.
The dream shifted and she couldn’t see quite well what it was, but from what she could hear she saw the once gray rose Jake had received from the unknown man, it had turned black as the night. Jake grabbed the rose and with some loose string began to tie it in a nice way as a gift. When he spoke his once young voice had turned incredibly old, almost ancient like. His eyes weren’t as cheerful as the night before and when he talked “The sweetness of revenge in the sweetness of a rose”
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At that I woke up in the preoccupied hands of Brad, he kept singing the old melody of ‘Bob Marley- “Everything’s gonna be alright”.
Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou:"
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh!
Every little thing gonna be all right. Don't worry!"
My eyes fluttered open and I was pleased to see that he hadn’t notice I had awoken. He kept the tune perfectly, while he holds my hand. I harden my grip on his hand and he looks up. Three emotions pass over his face happiness, amazement and a teasing anger.
“I am sorry, I am a terrible singer I tried to do my best” He said with a crooked smile.
“It’s okay, I didn’t think it was that bad, it surprised me that you ought to sing that song” I said pleased that my voice hadn’t come out tiny as it always did when I woke up. My pulse quickened when I realized he still had hold of my hand. He got closer and planted a soft kiss on my forehead.
“I am glad you are okay, I was so concerned. You went out in the beach and everyone looked at you really freaked out. I had to put on a glamour to take you out of there” “I rode your bycicle here, and told your dad you passed out. He let me in and told me to take you upstairs”
There was this one thing I couldn’t understand how did he knew where I lived, but now wasn’t the time I was too exhausted to even talk. I let go and whispered “Thank you so much, my guardian angel” I felt my eyelids heavy, but I couldn’t help it. I knew that when I woke up I had a lot of explaining to do and answers to look for, but the excitement of the day had finally taken my human strength away.
To be continued…
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