Black and White and Streaks of Love

Chapter Seven: Mabel's P.O.V. Creatures

We fall asleep under the shade of the pine tree.
I dream of us together, happy.
I wake up to a rustle.
My eyes shoot open. It's sundown already. We've spent the whole day together. I smile at Pacifica, who sleeps peacefully with her head resting on my lap.
The sun and sky cast a pink light against me. Gnomes scamper across the forest floor, most of them carrying nuts or mushrooms.
Cowls m-hoo in the distance. Deer prance along in the pink light.
More rustling. I remember two years ago when Dipper went out to find the Hide-Behind. It was some lumberjack legend he had told me, and I decided to go with him. The rustling sound it supposedly makes sounds like what I hear now. It reminds me of the time before Bill.
I sigh. It was a simpler time before that, but with Bill already invading Pacifica's dreams, I can't help but be anxious. I was so excited to see Paz again that I almost forgot about the dream demon.
He's one of the creatures that I don't like. I wonder why he wants the universe. I wonder what he'd do with it. I wonder why he thinks Paz can even give it to him. I wonder if he's in her dream right now. I glance back at her. I wish I could help, but what could I do? I'm just a human. I wish I could be some cool creature or alien or something. I wish I was a superhero. Maybe I'd be able to save her.
There's so many beautiful and fantastic creatures, don't you wish you could be one of them? On Earth, or anywhere.
I begin to think of how small I am on Earth, in this solar system, in this galaxy, in this universe. Just the two of us. How small we are.
The sun is below the horizon line, and the sky gradually darkens. Soon I can see the stars, which are always there, although you can't always see them.
I want to reach for them.
But I am small and weak, and they are too far away.
Fireflies begin to set out and fly on a journey through the woods. Even smaller creatures then humans are. They must feel so scared.
I, too, am scared.
Scared and small.
Small and weak.
Weak creatures.
Just a tiny little thing in the universe. That's me.
But I think that's okay, because I am with her.
Because I am not alone.