Someone's There

Welcome To My Dreams

I walked, and didn't stop. I could only see the ground In front of me. Dark green grass with a grey tint, and a dirt path with dark molded rocks. That's all I saw. But I could feel a presence. I could feel someone's there. I felt an uneasy feeling of being followed, but for some reason I could turn and look. It always felt like someone was getting closer to me from behind. The path way never ran out, and I just walked through a thick white fog. This wasn't my first time here. I've been to this foggy field before. I don't know how I get here, I don't know who's always behind me. But every time j felt a small touch of a hand on my back, it all went dark. And I herd the sound of morning birds. Birds that sang every morning, I get up, and walk around my room. A small apartment room which the bed takes up most the room, and the only other thing was a shelf with small figures from TV shows. I walk out and get ready for work, I shower, eat, and leave. It's the same everyday. I get to my work and sit down at my desk and start typing away at the work my boss sends me through Email. And time to time, I look over a black picture frame with a cracked glass on the top left corner. A picture of a middle aged woman with long brown hair and pretty blue dress, with her arm around a younger me. I could feel myself ignoring the me in the picture, and staring into the eyes of the middle aged woman. End of the day. I leave and stop at a friends. A close friend of mine who was a bit older. Her hair was long and red, her eyes sparkled green and she had a large smile. I couldn't help but smile at her happiness. We would play video games, then go out to eat. She would drop me off at home and I'd enter the apartment. I go to my small room and fall onto my bed. And drift into sleep. And before I know. Foggy white block my view of what's In front of me. Except when I look down, and I see the same sort path way as usual. I start walking, and then the presence starts. Time to time the sound of other footsteps echo into my ears. But something new. "Someone" new. I could see the edge of a bench, and I kept walking, a person appeared. A wrinkled old woman, with short white hair and large smile. She stared into my eyes, and her sparkling green eyes glimmered. I could not help but smile back. I stopped walking, I couldn't turn to look straight at her, but somehow I knew she knew I was looking at her through the corner of my eye. And her familiar old raspy voice began to come out.
"Hello child. Why are you running?" She asked, her smile grew a bit wider. My eyes darted around a bit trying to think, and I then looked back at her and answered.
"I don't know. But I know someone's there."
Her smile weakened at my answer but it didn't go away. I thought to myself, where have I seen that smile? Then she talked again.
"Why run from what you don't know? If you don't know it, why do you know to run?"
And that made my heart ache and didn't know why. Why was I running? Why am I here?
"I can't turn around to know. I can only walk and run straight. I would turn if I could" I said quietly and shamefully. But I was surprised. She leaned a bit so I could see her better straight on. And she said.
"Turn around Addie" and then she disappeared. Just faded away into the fog. She knew my name, how? I thought and I started to turn around. And no one was there. But I could feel the presence. There was nothing there. No one was following me. Why can I feel someone. And then a small touch on the back sent me back to reality. And I popped up from my bed. It was 8:00 on a Saturday. Nothing to go to. Nothing to do. I got up from my bed and walked to my kitchen. I ate a bowl of cereal, as I usually eat for breakfast. And I just sat clueless all day of my dream. I soon forgot it, by playing a video game and talked over mic to some of my friends. And by the time it was night I avoided sleep, trying to stay up with my friends. But I couldn't stay away all night. And I fell asleep on my couch. And a familiar misty fog covered my face, and I already knew to start walking. But then a picture of the old woman telling me to turn flashed in my head. So I tried but I couldn't. So I kept walking, and I walked for hours. But it felt like seconds. But then the presence, I felt it come close, and it barely touched my back. But I didn't wake. I felt power. And I tried hard and turned to look....

A beautiful woman, with long brown hair and a white dress. Her eyes were so gorgeous. And my heart began to beat quickly I was urged to hug her by a force of something that felt like myself. And I loved it. The woman hugged back tightly. And then the fog went away. I looked over her shoulder and searched over the valley. Pretty pink and blue flowers covered the bright green fields and the skies were bright blue with fluffy white clouds. And I took a step away from the woman, and my heart was going so fast. I looked down at her feet and a grave stood below. The grave said "Amelia Phor. Here lies a great mother". I could feel hot water begin to weld up in my eyes and start rolling down my cheeks. My mother was my favorite person. And she died when I was young. I always felt alone, I always felt isolation, and it's been that way since she died. And seeing her very alive with me now made me so happy. she smiled and said in a gentle happy voice.
"I miss you my dear. But I must go. Live on happily. Because I'm here even when you can't see." And she faded away. My tears were still coming down like rain. And I woke up. I woke up crying and I must of threw off my blankets and pillows during the dream. Even though my mom left me. She wasn't gone. And the first time in forever, I felt at peace.