All That Meets The Eye

The Dream

I swirl into a green field, feeling dazed, but at peace. It takes a few seconds, but all of my senses come back. I hear the sound of rushing water and run towards it. I remember this place. This is my safe haven. I smile forms on my lips as I rush forwards. Maybe the boy is still here! Maybe I can see him one last time!

Joy rushes through me, but as I get closer to the waterfall, I realize no one is there. I am all by myself. I look around, but the hope slowly filters away. I stand by the small, still pond. I stare at my reflection, looking at the shimmering colors in my eyes. I watch as a small blue butterfly sways across the pond, and then it flies up to me, landing on my knee.

I stare at it as it walks silently along my singed pants. I close my eyes, leaning back. A hand is laid gently on my shoulder, and tingles shoot through me. I turn around, looking deeply into those amazing brownish-green eyes, a smile quickly lighting up my face. He smiles too, pulling me close to him in a warm hug.

I look at him, and he has grown to almost half a foot taller than I am. Somehow, he has gotten infinitely more attractive. I look into his eyes again, and find that I can’t tear myself away. My eyes are sparkling, and I clutch onto him as he pulls me into his embrace once more. 

Joyful tears spill over and I laugh lightly, clinging to him. Am I dead? I don’t think so. I just passed out. Sadly, though, that means I must leave my paradise again, not knowing if I will ever come back.

He pulls me back enough to be able to stare into my eyes. I look deep into his eyes, captivated. We sit like this for what seems to be a few minutes, but I know in reality it is hours. I start to fade back into reality, and a long whimper escapes my lips. I stare longingly into his eyes, which are saddened, knowing.

The butterfly floats up to my hand, and I gently place it into the boy’s hand. He closes it cautiously, careful not to harm the delicate wings. He looks up from it, staring into my eyes. There is hope in his eyes, and he smiles warmly. I watch as he starts to fade away. I cling onto him one last time as the image is whisked away.