When she dreams, she dreams of flying. She's not likely to tell you that, so I will. When she was little she dreamt a person with black hair and a person with yellow hair came to teach her how to fly, and they all soared up away over the telephone wires, the trees and the roads down below. Flying was never natural or easy for her, like it was for them, but she loved it, and so she kept right on soaring. She's had the same dream again and again since then.
"But who is this?" you're wondering, "Ethan we know, and Maribelle we've met, though to say we know her might be a bit of a stretch, but who on earth is this?"
Well, I'm glad you asked. Consequently, I'm not going to tell you. I'm the third party in this story. You might not see me, but I am always there.
You're sure to pick up the pieces of me everywhere.
But back to Maribelle. She's dreaming the flying dream again, only this time there's someone down on the ground who she can't see very well. She makes out just the line of his glasses before she whisks by. And the wind pulls on her and tosses her hair.
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Dreams
General FictionEthan dreams of Maribelle, the beautiful and popular dancer, every night, but in his dreams she's not the same person as she seems to be in reality. Meanwhile, Maribelle struggles with facing an image of herself she has painted, one that she feel...
