Whisked Away

Hey guys so this is my first story and I really hope you enjoy it. And please don't be too hard on me cause it is my first story. But I would love some feedback. So anyway enjoy.

~Taylor

    When I was younger I use to dream about what it would be like to travel among the stars. I wished every night to have someone whisk me away from this world to travel through space. One night I don’t remember when exactly but I had a dream of the stars again but this one was different from any of my other dreams. In this one I dream of a man… a man with a blue box, he seemed handsome, and there was something special about him.  The dream occurred every night even as I got older, they were always different variations of the dream but it was always the same man and the same blue box. I just didn’t understand why was he always in my dream? What was it about him?

        Well before I tell you my story, adventures, and the mysterious man with the blue box I think I should tell you a bit more about myself just so you have an idea. My name is Taylor; I’m just your average girl. Dirty blonde hair when I was younger but now I'm brunette, and hazel, sometimes even green eyes (they change from time to time). I’m not very tall either I’m pretty short compared to others.

        Anyway back to my story, the mysterious man and his blue box, I always wondered if he was really real or just part of my imagination. In my dreams they warned me…he is dangerous…but why? Looking at him in my dreams he seemed harmless…like he wouldn’t hurt a fly he looked so sweet. I didn’t want to believe the warnings from my dream, but then again is this even real? Isn’t he just apart of my imagination? But this warning made him seem more real, like he isn’t just a dream. But deep down I wanted it to be real. I wanted him to come and take me away and show me the stars and the universe. But the thought that kept creeping up from the back of my mind…it’s all a dream, it’s your imagination.

        Oh but soon I would find out what was really going on…what was real…and what wasn’t real.