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Today the park is empty. No birds, no children, not even any pets.
Just me.
The wind is blowing gently, caressing the trees and encouraging their beautiful-yet-dying golden leaves to fall down.
It is a chilly day today.
I shiver and wrap my arms around myself to keep me warm.
Why did I think it was a good idea to wear my light blue short-sleeved blouse with light denim jeans? My jeans aren't thick enough to keep me warm!
Brr...
I shiver and my teeth begin to chatter.
A few hours pass... but no signs of any Visitors.
No...No!
Something...Something isn't right!
Where are my Visitors?!
I begin to panic and shiver violently.
This...pain! Why...Why won't it go away?!
I sneeze twice and continue to shiver.
At this rate, I am going to freeze to death!
Why is this happening?!
I thought my dreams were a Safe Sanctuary!
"Are you alright, Sakura?"
The symptoms calm down a little as I turn to look at the woman who has approached me.
She is wearing a lavender sweater and a nice, probably warm, pair of jeans.
She looks at me calmly. Her eyes are old and wise, yet full of compassion, caring, and love.
"Ah...Y-yes! I'm...fine! Just...fine! Ah...Ah...AH-CHOO!" I say and then sneeze very loudly.
"Sakura, dear. Please put on this sweater. You don't want to get sick, do you?" The woman says and offers me a sky blue wooly sweater.
I slip it on over my blouse and relax.
Ahh...it...is...so...warm.
"Is that better?" She asks, and sits down next to me.
I nod my head and bury myself deeper into the wooly sweater.
"Why on Earth are you wearing skinny jeans, dear? Didn't you know today would be a cold and chilly day?" The woman asks.
I shake my head. "Doctor Keoli didn't say a word to me..." I murmur.
The woman sighs and pulls out a crimson red blanket.
"Silly man. Here, take this. This should keep you warm." She says and hands me the blanket.
I thank her and wrap the blanket around my legs. " He hardly tells me anything. I thought...that even in dreams, personal Doctors are still supposed to take care of me."
The woman sighs.
"I do not know, Sakura. I am a Visitor, not a Manager." She replies.
I take a deep breath and sigh.
"What is wrong, Sakura?" The woman asks.
"I don't know...uh..." I trail off, begging for her name.
"Molly. Call me Molly." She fills in my sentence
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Faded Dreams
FantasyOriginally a story I published on Figment, Faded Dreams is a story about a girl who, while in a coma, has dreams about people she's never met. Each dream has a Visitor that seems familiar and as she sees more and more of certain Visitors, she begins...
