Finding Italy

Part V, Realization

I-a remember my fratello falling asleep next to me as I was mostly asleep as well in his bed.  But before I could fall into the slumber I looked at my sleeping brother's face.  I expected to see a calm expression, maybe a smile even.  But I was shocked with a hard worried and even scared look on his sleeping face.  That scared me. 

My bounce, happy, vibrant younger fratello sleeping with a scared face.  I was instantly up.  I looked worked at Feliciano who sniffled a little and turned over, bringing his legs to his chest.  I widened my eyes as I watched him.  His following actions led me to believe that he was having a terrible nightmare.  Well it couldn't have been anything else. 

I decided not to wake him up.  I wrapped my arms around him like I do on very rare occasions and cuddled him close, to maybe help him stay away from the the horrors of his dreams.  I then fell asleep with him in my overly protective arms.  I looked at his face one last time before I fell fully asleep, he seemed better.

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The day was going to be a-, actually I have nothing to do today except clean and spend time with my grandpa. I opened my eyes to an empty bed.  I thought that fratello slept with me last night.  Yeah, he did.  Grampa and Antonio careid both of us up here to my room.  And we fell asleep here.  I guess he got up before me and went to start the day.  That left me to get dressed and ready for this calm day to begin. 

I got dresses rather quickly so I could spend more time with my grandfather.  I knew he would only be with us for a short while, as he was so often on his trips for work and such.  But it was always nice when he was here with us.  I always loved my granpapa, and new that he loved me and Lovino both so much.  I remember as a child he would do so much for us.  First or all he took care of us.  Our parents died when we were only babies, and our grandfather was the only one that would take us in.  He was so kind to Lovino and me and loved us like we were his sons (even though we looked and sounded like girls when we were little) and we loved him like a father.

       I went down the stairs to the kitchen to find some food and my family, including Antonio because he is part of our family.  But what I heard stopped me right outside the doorway.  It was Lovino talking.  About me.

Usually I was okay with it.  When my fratello usually talked about me it was about something I did or didn't do.  But this time he seemed a little worried.  I could hear a tone in his voice that indicated he was worried about something.  Worried about me.  I just stood there and listened to him talk about me. 

"He looked scared," Lovino described.  "And very worried, and sad too!"

"Lovino?  Do you think that maybe you are over exaggerating?"  I heard my grandfather say.

"No!"  I could almost hear the frowned he most certainly made. 

"Roma, I do believe that this is something to be worried about,"  Antonio's voice came into the conversation as a quiet calm and serious one.  "You see, Feliciano has been having terrible dreams and it is effecting him..."

So they were talking about me and my weird dreams.  I didn't think they caused such a problem, but I guess I was wrong.  I didn't feel any different from when I first started having those dreams.  I just thought they were dreams.  I mean some people believe dreams show the future but my dream show what seems to be the past or present.  They were really weird.

The more I listened to my family talking about me, the scarred I got about my dreams.  They were scaring me.  Giving extremely detailed events of me when I was asleep and having one of those dreams, or when I woke up and was still thinking about a dream or even some dreams that I told Lovino and/or Antonio. 

I was getting dizzy.  I don't now how long I was standing there or how many times my name was called.  I couldn't stop being in my own world.  Someone was yelling at me, probably Lovino.  And someone was shaking me, trying to get me back to earth.  But I didn't notice.  All the dreams that I had were playing back in my head like a Jukebox with an infinite amount of Euro's.  And I think I was mumbling to, maybe fidgeting as well.  All of a sudden my lungs weren't filled with air.  I didn't understand why.  I was still in my own world not conscious of what was really happening. 

I was falling.  A dream maybe.  But who could really be sure?

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Sorry, I was stripped of every internet use for a few month for stupid reasons. So, there you have it. Have a bright beautiful day my mages. Bye!

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