Burnt Bridges

2- Forgotten dreams

Blacks

... This sent.

I know it from somewhere.

Oh yeah.

I remember... it's... her specialty.

It's mother's specialty.

It feels like if it's been forever but... why.

It's only been a few minutes... right.

slowly I opened my heavy eyes as I slipped back to reality.

The light filtering into the room seemed kind of blinding, but it slowly cleared with time. The room just felt so nostalgic for some reason. The window to my side brought in a cooling breeze chilling the skin in a way I haven't felt in years, and the bright scene of the large meadow outside calmed my deeply. The table was set to my right for lunch and the sink to my front left was filled with dishes.

I attempted to move my hand only to find something blocking my movements. It was a thick yellow blanket, from where I could see I was in the left corner of the kitchen lying in a make shift bed of blankets and a straw basket. Directly In front of me stood mother in her white apron, her long black hair taking up most of her body. She stood in front of the stove, oh wait I mean cauldron, forgot the setting for a second there.

"Mother," I called out.

"Good morning my little star," Mum calmly replied. She moved from the large metal pot and made her way towards my wrapped body. If I remember mum wasn't all that tall but she wasn't the shortest, so as she came closer I noticed just how small I was.

"Any dreams my Saruman?" Mother asked; she liked to hear my dreams. I think she once said that dreams are the only time you are truly one with your two souls.

"One," I answered, the pitch of my voice and the height, I must still be an infant at this stage.

I opened my mouth and told her about everything I could recall from my dream. How the stranger in the flaming shirt was hurting an old man, the boy with the white hair falling down and even the strange part about the old man who for some reason only wanted to say hi. By the end I was out of breathe and mother seemed to have a confused face before smiling widely at me.

"So did you get the carriage back from the farmer?" she asked, it seems she got something else from my story. Maybe it's because I'm still young, well makes no sense wasting time explaining.

"Yes," I eagerly shouted.

"Good," she clapped, just how small was I.

Mother quickly looked up above, before murmuring a curse. She jumped to her feet and began unknotting her apron as she dashed into another room. I responded by wiggling about in my blanket. It wasn't long till I was freed and came to my feet just as mum walked back into the room. She had changed her cloths to something more fitting of a witch. A black hood around her hair with a pin shaped like a crescent moon holding it together around her neck, a tinted red blouse, with two silk lacings crossing her shirt multiple times, like a shoe. Black gloves made from stockings leading up to her elbows, with an eerie pattern. She had a black three quarter pants lightly clinging to her legs, long black knee high stockings and then a large pair of boots with multiple belt buckles.