In A Dream

2. Underwater

I lie there, sweaty, wondering what would happen if I had stayed asleep.

I get out from under the covers and check the time on my phone.

10:38.

Too early to wake my parents. I stand up and check the top bunk where my sister is. She sleeping soundly curled around her pillow as though she had a fight with her bed over night.

I walk to the bathroom and wash my face. Looking up in the mirror, feeling neutral about myself. I'm not ugly, but I'm not drop dead gorgeous either.

I crawl back under the covers hoping to fall asleep again and learn more about the boy.

I hear my parents move around. My mom gets up and puts a teapot on. I crawl back out of bed.

Pouring myself a bowl of cereal and grabbing a deck of cards I go out on to the porch to eat.

"Do you want tea, Catherine?" my mom disapproves of my nickname saying it sounds whorish for someone my age.

"Sure," I say taking a spoonful of cereal and dealing out the cards for a round of Canfeild. A game in the solitaire family.

The object is to put all of your cards in order by suit. When you deal you fist deal 12 cards into one pile, called the stock. Then put one card face up on top of your stock. Deal four cards to the left of your stock pile all face-up. Take the next dealing card and place it face up in your tableau. That is the starting card. Say it's the 7 of spades the next card would be the 8 of spades and so on up to the 6 of spades.

It's so much harder then solitaire but it's so fun. But its even harder now because I'm not consentrating on it, I'm thinking about the dream. The boy.

I mean it was a little strange, then again, it was just a dream.

Still...I guess I just like to think that I'm special for having a dream like that.

After I finish the game of Canfeild along with my breakfast I decide to go for a swim. Actually my sister begs me to go with her.

A few minutes later we're splashing around playing this really boring sounding but more interesting then it's seems game called Get The Rock From The Bottom Of The Lake. The object is simple. We pick an area maybe six or seven feet deep pick a rock about the size of a football and work together to bring it to shallow waters.

I'm underwater when I hear a thud.

And everything goes black-

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I'm swimming again. But it's different because I don't feel the usual pressing on my lungs or the need to hold my breathe.

I can breath underwater.

I swallow a gulp of water and feel the oxygen go the my lungs while the h2 part of h2o leaves through gills on the sides of my neck.

I open my mouth again to swallow.

So this is why fish always open and close their mouths.

I look up and see a fish about the size of my head staring at me. I'm quite startled.

I reach towards it but it doesn't move.

I quickly loose the oxygen in my lungs and am gulping for another breath.

The fish... smiles, as though it's laughing at me.

We stare at each other for a while when it starts to swim away. I have a sudden impulse to follow it.

We swim for a while. Going deeper and farther. Farther and deeper.

All to suddenly the fish swims out behind a rock. Afraid if what it seems to be hiding from I follow suit.

"Clever move, girl," I look around hoping the voice hasn't come from what I was hiding from.

"Stupid girl, I'm the fish, what, have you never seen a talking fish?" I look down quite startled, forgetting I was hiding and see the fish look at me with such disgust it was like looking at a deformed human instead of a fish.

"I can't say I have," I say in much less of a sturdy voice then I would hope.

"Well there's a first for everything I guess," the fish rolls his eyes. Or does a fishy version of it.

"Why am I here? Why are you talking to me? Who or what are we hiding from?" I blurt out, before thinking at how irritated the fish probably is.

"No idea why your here. Because I can. We're hiding from The Witches of the Dark," the fish says nonchalantly, "and don't just call me fish, call me Henron."

"Erm, okay."

"Why don't you go ask Terrance that!" the fish who calls himself Henron says irritably.

"Who's Terrance? Who are the 'Witches of the Dark?" I wonder aloud, "and if they're as evil as they sound why are you here?"

"You ask a LOT of questions, girl. You'll meet Terrance soon enough. Although you two sort of already met. He's the one who will explain to you the The Witches of the Dark."

I'm still completely lost. But that's when everything goes white.

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All to soon I'm looking into the face of the boy from my dream.

Am I still dreaming?

I feel the back of my head gingerly and find a bumb the size of a golf ball.

"Owwwww," I moan. I look around and see Rose standing there.

"Rose? What happened? There was a fish and three witches," I mumble.

But Rose doesn't reply she just shudders nervously and the person who replies is the boy from my dream.

"The Witches of the Dark. Three evils that we must defeat."

"We?" I protest, "since when was I part of this we?"

"Since you were born, it wasn't exactly a choice of yours."

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DUN DUN DUNUNUNUNNNNNN!

Well hello my dreamers!

Any questions about Canfeild and I'll answer! I love cards! OMG I'm so excited! The story is finally kicking off!!!!

Pretty please help me by coming up with names for the Three Witches. Make them evil sounding..duh! (i also dont want them to be common names)lol

Well that's all for now!! Baiiiii!

~A Dreamer in short